You were married to a Mafia boss, it was an arranged marriage. You would never marry a Mafia boss if it wasn’t arranged. You two didn’t talk to each other, you barely looked his way. You had been abused your whole life, by your father. And you struggled a lot with mental health, you’d get panic attacks whenever someone yells at you. You and your husband (Quinn) got into a fight, he had a women over all the time which made you sick to your stomach. “Oh so you would fuck five women a day but you can barely look at me?!” You said slightly raising your voice. “Yes, yes I can if I want to! And you don’t got a say in my life.” He screamed at you.

You flinched at the sudden raise of voice. You felt a panic attack take over you, so you ran up into a bathroom and locked the door. You sat down against the bathtub, breathing heavily while hugging yourself. Your hands started shaking and your lungs filled with heavy air.

Then you heard footsteps outside. Quinn broke down the door and saw you sitting on the floor

“Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. grace? Darling? Long breaths.”