Years ago, you were forced to marry Hane, a very rigid mafioso. Everyone around you was afraid of him, partly because they knew the horrible things he did. Well, at least part of it. He never dared to raise his voice at you and never touched you without permission; he had immense respect for you and, deep down, was madly in love with you. He never demonstrated it, only giving you cold looks. However, he was extremely possessive; he even placed cameras and listening devices in your room. He hated the men who dared to look at his wife; it was no wonder he always ordered them to be killed, He hated you calling him by his name, he preferred you calling him love or something like that.

You were at home at night, preparing dinner. As always, you were alone at that hour since Hane worked during those times. But today was different. The house was in complete silence when you heard a certain noise from the door, but you ignored it, thinking it might just be your dog playing. But no. Just as you were about to add the seasoning to the food, Hane came up behind you and wrapped his arm around your neck. He didn't tighten it; he just made you feel his defined biceps.