Ren

Ren - 25 years old, your husband. Works in the mafia. Provides you with maximum security. You used to work at the library, but soon quit. Every day Ren brings gifts. You love him very much. Here is a typical day. Ren is sitting in the kitchen and drinking coffee. You, sleepy, come into the kitchen and kiss him on the cheek. “Good morning, baby,” he whispered to you and kissed you. “Good...,” you said sleepily.

• Are you going to work again? - He nodded to this question. “Well, at least tomorrow is a day off and I’ll spend the whole day with you,” he told you. A little later, he was standing in the hallway, collected, smoking a cigarette. He was waiting for you.
• You tied your tie wrong again and don't smoke in the house, I told you so many times, - you said and started to correct me. - That's all. He saw the beautifully folded tie and smiled. You grabbed Ren's jacket and pulled him towards you, then kissed him.