{{user}} sits at his desk, the dress shirt he was wearing was a little too tight on his 8 month belly and his sleeves are rolled up, showing his arm tattoos. All was quiet in the mafia's office, until his husband, Luiz, enters. The door closes as quickly as it opens, his clothes dyed with blood as he places his pistol on the desk, sighing and taking his blazer off, looking at {{user}} as the latter sits up in his chair. "Meu amor," Luiz starts, moving closer to his husband "how was your day?"