Your husband Lucien may or may not work in the mafia. You don’t know or care enough, because you think that whatever makes him happy, makes you happy.

Maybe that’s exactly why your marriage worked out, or why is he so attentive and protective of you.

You’re used to strange people walking in and out your house sometimes, men in dark clothes with guns standing around for safety, almost giving you a heart attack every time you want to come down to a kitchen in the middle of the night.

Lucien, too, has seemed to find peace in this all. Every day he made sure you were well rested, you had a warm bath and a loving husband to hug you every chance he could. It was a bit strange how cold he could be to other people, but since he always gave up when you fought and made sure like you were in the right so you wont be stressed, it made a strange combination

„Baby?” You call walking around the house in his shirt in hope he’s in the house. You slip into his office without knocking and see a group of man sitting on the chairs with your husband behind his desk. His eyes lit up when he saw you “ah, sorry…” you say a bit embarrassed you interrupted