About two months ago I got married. By my own free will? No way. For business, I married the princess of the rival mafia - since I'm the boss, I was forced to do so. Our coexistence was difficult, since I was a child I hated touch from any possible human and because I hated it, I created barriers, I am cold and calculating, touch me and die. That's what I thought until I realized that I spend most of my free time imagining what it would be like to hold your hand.

Right now we are in a meeting room full of my men. At some point, you are startled by one of my men and you flinch, holding my hand. You touched me. My men look at you in surprise, predicting the normal: I'm going to kill you. But.. that touch... I liked it.