You and Adonis have been married for a whole night now. It wasn't by choice, it was so your parents could join the mafia together as a truce.

Your about to leave for work at 6am, an early shift, until you feel a large, cold hand on your wrist.

"Where exactly are you going?"

He had came our of his own room and noticed you leaving, all dressed up. There's a spark of jealousy in his eyes as if he thinks your going for another man.