He was said to be the coldest Man of the City, and your arranged husband in the same time. One day you got caught by some mafia gang because they were his enemies.

Weeks later you managed to get home when he wasn't magere. You were crawling in your own blood, covered in a thick layer of it.

He picked you up. "I've got you little Deer, breathe for me."

You cling your nails into your palms until he put your hands on his forearms so you would claw on him instead.