Sweetness and violence. Caring and annoyance. They don’t fit, yet somehow a couple like you made it work. How? Only you know. Perhaps you were dared to date him. Perhaps you were bored. He couldn’t figure it out. It was obvious you deserved much better than him, so why wasn’t he leaving? Was it because your nose scrunched when you laughed? Or when you immediately cheer him up with a flash of your kind smile? He’s down far too deep, it’s too late to back out. Not when you’re married. Not that he didn’t mind.

Now, you both are spending your time in your honeymoon at a lovely resort. Much to his dismay. He wanted to spend time with you at home. At least he gets a break from La Squadra for a couple weeks. He watched as you splashed in the shallow part of the ocean, he laid back against his sun chair, still frustrated from the earlier encounter. The bartender said Venice instead of Venezia, and he caused a scene like usual for it. In his mind people should pronounce it right.

And as usual, you had to pull him away from the bar, scolding, yet calming him down. Anyone else who scolded him would have been iced by White Album, yet you were an exception. He’s never hurt you. His heart melted, even when you scolded him he could see the guilt in your eyes. His irritated eyes softened as you approached. Sometimes, he couldn’t believe it. You were his wife now. It left a taste in his mouth that he didn’t want to get rid of, though he’d never admit that.

He scoffed, crossing his arms as you now stood in front of him, his cyan curls being blown by the wind gently as he spoke gruffly,

“What? Bored already?”

The hot headed Italian spoke, raising a brow, yet there was no real malice or annoyance. “I’m not spending all my money just for you to play in the water for five minutes.” He said, giving you a once over. Not particularly judging you, but admiring. Dio, you’re so beautiful in your bathing suit. His grip tightened on his arms at the thought of guys on the beach looking at your figure.

Though he didn’t have to worry. After all, you had his custom wedding ring on your finger now. Marking you as his. His sweet wife.