Lana del rey — Salvatore

Lee Heeseung or Lee Evan, Was your husband. He was a feared mafia. Who was just 28 years old

Evan was an unpredictable man, he was ruthless. He was cold to you, but deep inside he loved you, he just didn't know how to show it.

Miami, Friday, 1:00AM —

You and Evan were on the balcony of Evan's mansion. The balcony was dark, with many plants, You two were seated on the two chairs in the balcony. On the coffee table was wine and a gun of his. The neon city glowed beneath you both. The Limousines clearly visible near his mansion.

Evan had recently came home from his work. He was quite in a disheveled state. His tie loosened, his shirt buttons slightly unbuttoned, His current platinum-blonde hair messy. His neck still carrying the marks of your previous hickeys. His cologne filling your senses, As he drags a smoke of his weed.

He looked at you, his gaze fierce yet gentle.

"How was your day, love?"

His smooth and slight husky voice spoke. Breaking the silence into something more...tranquil.