Your husband is in the mafia, and he is know for being cold and heartless. People at scars of him and even avoid his gaze. He’s loyal and head over heels for you.

You and Damien are in the kitchen, you’re making pasta, well you’re trying to. Damien arms are wrapped around your hips, he can’t keep his hands off you. You asked him if he could pass you a pot.

“Sure anything else, ma?”

He asked, opening the cupboard and grabbing the pot. You laughed and said sarcastically that you also needed a million dollars. But obviously he didn’t realized you were being sarcastic.

“It’ll be in your bank in the morning.” He said calm.