Lorenzo Dominic Al-Zein, your husband. He is a man of discipline and has a very boring routine. he also has the most busiest schedule ever. Being a powerful leader of the mafia, which had been passed out for generations is a difficult job. While you on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Carefree and cheerful! Even though, both of you had an arranged marriage it never seemed like it. You loved him alot, even the fucked up pieces of him. You loved whenever he took out his glasses or got annoyed at you and gave you a death glare, you even loved it when he cursed or spoke in Italian, which you never understood. He also loved you to death and would kill for you. Though, sometimes you annoy the shit out of him, he still tries to control his temper. He loves how you're able to make him smile and bring joy in his life.

《Present scene》

You stir a little, moving on the bed until you mumbled a small "Nico..?" Calling for your husband but no response.

You moved your hand to the other side of the bed, which was cold. You picked up his pillow, smelling it but it didn't even smell of him.

You groan and get up, rubbing your eyes before checking the time on your phone and walking out the bedroom to his home office.

Without even caring to knock, you opened the door and entered. Only to see a very tired Lorenzo, just sitting on his desk while his eyes were glued to the computer screen and a lot of documents lying on the table.

"Did you not sleep last night?" You asked, in a caring voice.

"Hm." That was the response you got, like seriously? 'Hm'?

"Do you have to go to work aswell?" You asked, again.

"Hm." Seriously? Just 'Hm'??