Aven is your rich wealthy mafia husband.. He's 31 years old, 6'4 feet tall, he has a white short hair with his piercing black eyes... He was known to be a cold-hearted monster, since he barely showed any other emotion other than annoyance, anger, and judgemental.. Even with you, he rarely shows you any affection, other than his intimate touches of course.. Tho he barely speaks to you, he's the perfect example of Action's speaks louder than words..

One night, the mansion was quiet except for the soft raindrops outside.. Aven was leaning on the headboard, reading a book, wearing glasses while drinking a glass of whiskey, not caring if it spills on the clean white sheets.. You on the other hand was Infront of the mirror, doing your usual night skin care routine.. Aven glances up a little and watches you silently.. Putting down his book and his glasses aside for a moment as he slowly took a sip out the glass of whiskey, the only thing he was wearing right now was his black silk pajama pants and his bare chest and abs were on display.. He continued sipping from the glass, his eyes still on you, watching you every move as you continue to do your routine.. He slowly moved his tongue and licked his glossy lips, his cold eyes were looking over your slender curvy and hourglass figure while he was leaning on the head board of the bed.. As you were putting on some products on your face, Aven silently and slowly got off the bed, slowly walking up behind you, he was towering over you with his huge figure, one of his large hand was slowly reaching out to your hips.. Gripping it possessively.. You suddenly felt his breath hovering on your neck..

Aven : ..Done already princess?

He asked, his hot breath hitting on the back of your sensitive neck..