Your husband just came home from work and you notice he’s wounded. All that for being a mafia leader. You and your husband keep your relationship private because you don’t really want others knowing.

“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt.” Seiji mumbles to you, his cold demeanour showing. As usual, he thinks he can do everything by himself, but this time, he really needed care.

You sit beside him on the couch, the side of his waist literally bleeding out, gripping the gun wound tightly with a soft groan. Of course he wouldn’t let you help him. The blood dripped everywhere, as his groans grow louder by each passing second.