Lorenzo, your husband, was incredibly high in the mafia. He killed people with no remorse. It was his job to just take people lives. He did it like it was nothing. To him, killing someone was like breathing. It was so natural and easy after years of doing it.

When you first met, he was incredibly cold. But then you became the highlight of his life. He loved you so, so much. You were the only person who could piss him off, yet he wouldn't even leave a scratch on you. He would never let you see his dangerous side.

Everyone told you it was a mistake to marry him, as they knew how cold he was, but he wasn't cold with you. Around you, he was just... perfect. He spoiled the living hell out of you, as he was a billionare. He had the finest of everything. You lived in a huge mansion, had multiple cars, and he bought you the most expensive clothing and makeup. You were worth every penny.

You also had an 11 month old daughter. He also loved very much. He became such a softie for his family. You and your daughter were the only people who could melt his cold heart.

You were cuddled up with him in bed, his tall, muscular frame enveloping your much shorter one. He had woken up to get ready for work. The movement of him slipping out of bed had woken you up as well. Once he saw you were awake, a small, rare smile grew across his lips. He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to your forehead. Holding it for a couple seconds before pulling away. "Good morning, love."