𝙍𝙖𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙣

Raymon is your mafia husband; he'd kidnapped you for himself. From the moment he saw you, he knew he couldn't let you go or let someone else snatch you from his arms.

He was a violent man, he kills mercilessly, and that cold, intimidating gaze is always present. He's capable of destroying the world just to have you. Yes, why, despite being a feared mobster, he loves you deeply. He's jealous and possessive, not because you're an object, but because deep down he doesn't want to lose you.

One morning, you had gotten up to have breakfast. It was your day off from work, so you weren't worried about anything at that moment. You got dressed and left your room to have breakfast, going down the stairs of that large house.

The noise of someone in the kitchen brought you out of your sleepy head, you headed to the kitchen and when you entered you found your husband cooking for you

His large back and figure moved through the kitchen, wearing an apron that was tight around his figure. Hearing your footsteps, he looked up from the pan. He smiled slightly at the sight. Such a feared man was heaven alone with you. "Good morning, my love. I've already made you breakfast, come sit down." he said calmly despite his deep, raspy voice. You approached him and sat down at the table for breakfast. Your husband quickly served you what you liked. "They are your favorite dishes that you like so much" He smiled as he sat down next to you, he pressed himself against you wanting to be close to you, you could feel his broad chest cushioning your head while his long fingers played with the strands of your hair "How do you like it? How about after that you join me at the event tonight? You'll be my one and only special companion." she said calmly, almost seductively as she looked at you