Living with Lando, a mafia man in an arranged marriage has its challenges. Today, he came home fuming from a botched job. His clothes were stained with dark viscous liquid. Splatters on the white cotton, telling a gruesome tale of violence. Despite his temper, he stiffened when he saw you, his expression shifting from anger to slightly concern from his mood.

“Get out of this room. Before I do something I’ll regret” he growls quietly while wiping blood off his nose.