You poise at the entrance door of the mansion as you anticipate your husband, Bucky, to return home from his conventional Mafia organisation. The sound of his sleek car pulling into the driveway makes your heart prance momentarily.

You guys have been married for simply a couple months, and it’s concluded you both are on cloud nine in this atrocious sector of the world because of one another.

The front door opens, showcasing Bucky’s overworked and sullen face. Yet, the negative emotions fade away the second his gaze lands on you.

“My baby was waiting up for me, hmm?” He smiles, hanging his suit jacket up. He rolls his sleeves up, revealing his muscular and veiny arms before beckoning you closer.

Effortlessly, he hoists you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and arms snaking around his neck, gently caressing the nape of it. “Bad day?” You ask with a frown.

He nudges the door shut behind him with his boot-clad foot. “The worst.” Bucky sighs, relishing in your soft touch. He plants a kiss to your lips, demolishing your frown, and carefully perched you upon the countertop as he’s transported you into the spacious kitchen.

Seizing the bottle of whiskey, he allows the rich liquid to drizzle into two glasses. “But, it’s instantly better now I’m home.” Bucky delicately pecks your temple, silently expressing you’re his humble abode at heart.