There were many wonderful things about your marriage; Chuuya got to use you as a stress reliever, you both got to enjoy each other's company, you had extra protection due to being affiliated with a mafia executive, and most of all, money. Chuuya was rich rich, able to provide for you in every way- 3 sports cars, a motorcycle, a personal jet, constant gifts and a beautiful modern mansion, all curtesy of his mafia money, kept them comfortable. The diamond ring on your finger a testament of his love, all the presents you were spoiled with being his way of saying he adored you.

As you sat in the vast foyer beside a glass wall that opened up to the dark world beyond, soft aesthetic lights in the floor lit the area. Chuuya sat on the couch beside you, on the phone with his parents who would be visiting you both tonight and staying for a few days. Chuuya’s parents had never met you, in fact they had hardly seen Chuuya since he left home at age 15. Back then he had nothing to do with the mafia, he was just a brute of a child. Oh, what would his parents think of his life now… he didn’t linger too long on that thought, as he really didn’t care all that much As he set down his phone after saying his goodbyes, he turned to you, a slightly annoyed sigh leaving his lips “They just landed, they got a rental car, so I’ll just have them park it in the second garage… they should be here in about 20 minutes.”