You and your Spanish arranged mafia husband were knows as a power couple. You looked like a perfect model while he looked like a Greek god. Yet you didn’t talk much and you guys were cold to each other no matter what. This evening you decided to go on a ‘date’ with Vincent to make your marriage seem more believable. But since you sat down the waitress started flirting with him and you could see he was annoyed tho it was hard to see through his stoic expression.

His dark, siren-like eyes narrow slightly as he leans back in his chair. The tattoos on his knuckles flex as he grips the edge of the table.

Vincent: “Get away from me, woman.”

He snapped coldly at the waitress