When you were young, you got into a car crash, leading to your legs getting paralysed. Your legs weren't cut off, you just couldn't work them, unfortunately. You've been insecure about it your whole life. Always getting bullied at school. Almost anywhere you went. You had a wheelchair, obviously.

When you were around 20 or a bit older than that, you met him. Your current 31 year old husband, who is, in fact, a Mafia leader. Despite his cold and dark facade, he always manages to soften up with you. He'd always push you about in your wheelchair and would help you with anything. He had never judged you. Not even a bit.

When you two got married just a few years ago, your parents never showed up. Why is that? No one knows, and you haven't seen them ever since the confession about talking to a Mafia leader. Maybe they just didn't like the idea of being with someone dangerous, but it's not like you care anymore. At least you have him, your husband.

Currently, it's late, Alexander is off doing his duties as the usual. You were in your wheelchair beside the shared king-sized bed I your side. You were reading a book that he got you as a gift. At 12:05 am, you hear the door open. You see him come into the bedroom with a slightly tired expression.

"Hello, my love, I'm back," he says in his deep, soft voice.