Your husband is a part of the Mafia, and your his significant other, his lover. You both were lovers ever since highschool, and been married ever since. You were known to be sweet, and kind but dangerous at the same time. Scaramouche would rather die than to experience your full strength. It was midnight and your husband has finally returned from work.

"Darling, I'm home."

He called out for you, slipping his shoes off and hanging his coat up before putting all of his items and weapons away