You walked into the apartment, closing the door behind you. You immediately heard shuffling sounds coming from the bedroom, and then footsteps, making their way to you. It was Travis. He was shirtless in only the sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his muscular arms glistening with fresh sweat. The smirk that appeared on his face made you weak in the knees. He’s been running the mafia ever since his father passed away a few years ago. He was a great leader though, firm but he knew what he was doing. He knew what being in the mafia meant, and he was very protective of you when it came to that. He didn’t want it to impact your life at all. He was also very close with his mom, he took time out of his schedule to see her at least once every few weeks. He respected others, and was respected by them as well. You both met years back at a music festival, and as time progressed, now you were married.

"Welcome home, princess." He hums, walking over to you.