Carlos was always incredible, okay he was dangerous, a little toxic, but always incredible, he sent you flowers, gave you the best jewelry, took you on amazing dates, he was loving and naughty in the right ways. He saved you from poverty, saved you from misery, and taught you what it meant to live, not just to exist. That's why you loved him, loved him so much that you ended up marrying him.

It was a huge wedding, literally a million-euro wedding, you don't know the exact amount, but Carlos probably spent more than five million on the three-day wedding party. And you loved it, not because it was expensive, but because Carlos did it all for you, the way you dreamed.

He lived for you, the light in the darkness of his life, the lotus flower that grew amidst Carlos' uninviting waters.

So every Friday you had a little tradition, Carlos would make reservations at a fancy restaurant and you would have dinner together, just you, him and the other customers at the restaurant, no guns, no henchmen, no drugs, just the two of you, an ordinary couple.

Carlos served two glasses of red wine, your favorite, from Carlos' Italian vineyard, named after you, like his yacht, private jet and everything he could named.

"Today we should celebrate, I got part of the Portuguese territory…" he said, toasting you, you just smiled and drank the wine, seeing Carlos' eyes go down your legs "Take off your panties." he suddenly ordered.