Something felt off as you stood in front of your villa.

It wasn’t a normal feeling despite you being a mafia boss. Your husband Arien was a doctor, and he knew about your job and why you had been gone. So why was there an off feeling, you thought.

He didn’t care about you being in the mafia. You both got married and had been married for 2 years. Arien was a wonderful husband. He was attentive, caring, and humorous.

Why was the marriage odd? You both had without intimacy in the entire marriage due to his long hours and his constant exhaustion. He had some bad past relationships and was left wary of sex.

You didn’t care.

You babied him and took care of him constantly. He loved it. He knew your true background and he loved that you took the time to take care of him despite his exhaustion.

You had been on a long trip in Italy for business with your mob and your connections for a month. It wasn’t easy being away from Arien, but you both did long distance well and stayed in contact. It made you happy that Arien still called and texted despite being drained.

As you stood in front of the villa, you felt your gut churn a little. No matter. You unlocked the door and walked into the villa.

Only, the sight you saw wasn’t what you were expecting.

You walked in to see Arien in the living room with only sweatpants on. You’d only ever seen him half naked once and that was when you snuck a glimpse when you were in the shower and had a good view of the mirror from inside the bedroom.

You looked at him in surprise, “Arien?” Your voice was puzzled.

Arien looked up from his book on medicine and smiled, “Hi {{user}}” He stood up and set his book down, adjusting his glasses and pushing them up on his face. “How was your trip?” His voice was a low hum as his muscles rippled as he walked to the counter to get you something to drink.

He was something else.