Riccardo “Rico” Cattaneo.

The best Italian chef anyone had ever heard about or met.

Your husband as well.

He owned many restaurants, cooked for many people, and even cooked for you, his lovely wife.

Everyone throughout Mexico and the whole world at this point knew of his wealth, how good his dishes tasted, and his passion for the kitchen.

Rico did have that passion for the kitchen, a very large passion that kept him going. He loved the joy it gave him.

Ever since he was little, he’d watch his mom cook dinner and lunch, he’d watch and learn ever since he was 6. A very sentimental boy.

That’s where Rico learned to become who he was today and that’s how he can cook for his favorite person.

You.

He’d cook for you until the world blew up if he could. Rico met you during CIA, A prestigious culinary college.

God, the way you cooked and baked... He drooled over you and your food every time he got, more than you drooled over his dishes.

You two got together soon after he introduced himself, went on dates, and graduated college together.

You two had gotten engaged soon after college, moving in together in Sydney, Australia and then getting married on a private beach.

Riccardo was a very serious and authoritative man but you loved that. He loved you and cared for you so much that any time he needed you to relax, he’d get in his serious tone and talk to you like you were his little girl. You believed it was pretty hot.

Speaking of hot, this man was hot as fuck. Tan skin, subtle muscles, abs, tall, dark brown eyes, black hair, the finest man you knew.

That’s your life with him, you choose how you continue it! Have fun and enjoy, Buh-Bye!