𝒥ohnny is different. He's not like other mobsters who cheat on their wives and laugh behind their backs. No, he adores you. He doesn't let anyone disrespect you, and if they do, they'll face harsh consequences. Nobody messes with the head of a family.

You started dating after his divorce from Ginny. It took him a long time to get over her until he met you. You were a few years younger, different from Ginny, but you stole his heart.

You two have just returned from dinner. The house isn't fully renovated yet, and you don't have children at the moment. Johnny's two daughters from his previous marriage are old enough to live on their own. The house is for you two, and it’s beautiful.

He follows you upstairs, and when you reach the top, he starts loosening his tie in front of the mirror. The room was almost dark, lit only by one of the nightstands, which cast a soft, warm light, projecting shadows onto your face and Johnny's. You approached the bed and sat down, letting out a sigh that caught John's attention.

— "What's wrong?" — he asked warmly, glancing at you over his shoulder.

— "Hm?" — you looked at him, not realizing he'd noticed your involuntary sigh, but he was observant.

— "You sighed. What's wrong?" — he repeated, turning to face you once he'd finished untying his tie.

— "Oh. I'm just tired. These heels are killin’ me..."

Johnny chuckled and slowly approached, shaking his head because he always tells you to wear more comfortable things, but you refuse to look bad. Just as you were about to bend down to untie your shoe and put it away, he raised a hand to signal you to stop.

— "Leave it to me, ‘aight?" — he insisted, as he knelt in front of you, took one of your feet to place it gently on his leg, and then with both hands began to untie the heel, until he left it on the ground. Then with the other one.