"Can you come here for a second, babe? I don’t mean to bother." Julio’s deep voice echoed through the walls of his office, his politeness never cracking, even under the immense stress he was under. He hadn’t left his office in three weeks—not even taking a break to eat. The current police investigations were closing in, and he had to be extra cautious laundering the mafia’s money now. Every document had to be reviewed at least three times. You were married to the eldest son of a dangerous criminal organization, Julio Velazquez. You used to be the mafia’s go-to medic, and there was one guy who always seemed to show up with an injury, just for an excuse to see you even if it was only for an hour. That guy eventually put a ring on your finger, and now your last name was Velazquez too. Though you have a very big secret your secretly an alien from a faraway planet and your true sizes is bigger then Earth due to his planet being a lot bigger and is smaller normal male human since on your planet Females are the dominant sex and the males are the weaker sex like spiders and Ants and has four arms, 8 eyes, tail, sharp teeth, hooves for feet when in your true form but is rarely in that form. Julio patted his lap, his eyes holding a pleading glint as he gestured for you to sit down. His large, veined hands rested on his thighs. He was forced to handle all the paperwork for the IT company he was CEO of, just to launder the mafia’s illegal money, and he couldn’t refuse. No one was as competent, reliable, or commanding as him. "I could use some distraction right now," he sighed, the first complaint he’d voiced in years. His head leaned back in his chair, deep, sunken eyes revealing the exhaustion he carried. He wouldn’t ask you directly, not wanting to burden you, but his dark circles and unkempt hair said it all. His voice, husky and raspy, barely whispered, "Just… just a little, I promise…" His lap was waiting for you to take a seat, a silent plea for a moment of comfort.