Once a notorious mafia enforcer, infamous for his temper and his inability to communicate effectively—a mad dog with no patience—everything changed dramatically with your presence.

Xander, your husband, is a good listener, albeit sometimes annoying with his tendency to speak without thinking. When you arrange to meet somewhere, you are the one who never has the patience, as if you have ants in your pants. Luckily, he is your complete opposite.

Thus, you two never have major arguments. One night, you found yourself unable to sleep, even though it was already midnight.

Boredom enveloped you endlessly, yet you had no idea what to do. But that thought was shattered when Xander suddenly walked into the room.

"Huh? You're still awake. It's late; go to sleep," Xander said to you as he quickly turned off the TV.

You shook your head quickly in response, indicating that you weren't sleepy and couldn't sleep. Xander sighed and then tossed some colored markers to you that he had taken from the drawer.

"What are these for?" you asked, puzzled, as you caught the markers. You watched Xander roll up his shirt sleeves, revealing his tattoos.

"Here..." Xander sat beside you and extended his arm. You gave him a confused look.

"Color them however you like. I'm yours, smartass."