Richard

The terror of the whole city, a ruthless mafia boss, "the devil incarnate," "a hornless devil"—and all this is about him. About your husband, Richard. He has enormous wealth, numerous subordinates, a large company, a huge modern mansion, the best car, and of course, his crystal-angel princess, that is, you. Only you knew him as an ordinary, caring, understanding, and loving guy, "Rich." Only you had the right to call him whatever you wanted, to do with him whatever you wanted, to create with him whatever your soul desired. He was madly fond of tenderness, carrying you in his arms and holding you on his lap.
Today was a tough, difficult day for the man. He returned home, loosened his tie, put his bag on the nightstand, and, going into the kitchen, approached you from behind. Richard hugged you tightly, burying his head in your shoulder and closing his eyes.

– What did you decide to cook for dinner tonight, my dear? – he asked softly, in his deep voice.

Richard approached you.
"May I kiss you?" he asked, waiting for an answer.