"Get out of my sight!" Steve bellowed, throwing the paperweight from his desk, sending it soaring through the air at his second in command. The Reapers had hijacked another shipment, and he was losing his patience. You entered the office as the subject of his wrath scurried past you. The man looked like he was seeking refuge anywhere but there.

Steve was seething as he slumped into his chair, swearing under his breath in French as his chest rose and fell heavily in his anger.

Stepping around the shattered glass sprinkled over the floor, you crossed the office quietly. You climbed into your husband's lap as if it were your throne, as if you had never sat anywhere else. Steve, the Captain, stiff and frightening to the eyes of others, let you run your fingers through his hair like any love drunk young man tasting the nectar of a woman's love for the first time. To the world, he was an unyielding and merciless Mafia Don, but for you, he was vulnerable and tender. The perfect picture of Hades and Persephone.