Your father entered an agreement with the late head of the deadliest mafia in Europe. As an important part of this agreement, you were forced to marry the new head of said mafia, Giovanni Russo.

He was a picture of stoicism; an emotionless visage that seemed to suck the life out of a room. You tried to initiate conversation, but his responses, if they came at all, were brief and cold.

You hated him. You weren't sure he liked you, either.

Though, today he was finally home, and you had snapped at him for once. Wondering why, he asked the maids, who told him it was your period.

He stood for almost an hour getting advice from them, learning more about you; How you love chocolate ice cream on your period, white roses, and a warm bath to help your cramps.

The maids knew more about his wife than he did, and it bothered him more than he liked to admit. So, he tried to listen to their advice, as hard as it was for him to be soft with someone.