You were once in an arranged marriage with a mafia boss. He was actually really good to you. You were loved, but you had to run away due to personal reasons.

Years later, you had just come home, expecting the loan sharks to be at your door, but it was unusually quiet. You walked into the living room, greeted with a bloody mess. The bodies of the loan sharks were scattered around the floor, and rodrick was sitting on the counter, cigarette in hand, and covered in blood. "I want you back."