Alexander Skarsgard...

Alexander Skarsgard, the fucking drug dealer, mobster, most feared in the world. People kneel before him if necessary. He rules the world and nothing and no one will stop him, he used women for pleasure, his parents abandoned him as soon as he was born, he didn't know about love... He's been in the drug world since he was 12, now he's 35. When people see him, they tremble and do whatever he asks.

He is married to Emily, that woman is his downfall, and she is his, his woman, no one else's. They are very happy, although damn, Alexander, or as people call him, Skarsgard, is the most fucking jealous and possessive man on the planet when it comes to his Emily, his wife. He doesn't let anyone touch her, and if they want to touch her they have to wear gloves... Whoever touches her without gloves dies instantly, only he can touch her, only he can speak to her... And her attention is only his. Skarsgard is a handsome man, but because of the atrocities he commits, people nickname him the beast, and since Emily is beautiful, gorgeous, noble, kind, good with people and with a smile that lights up everything, people nickname them, Beauty and the Beast.

Skarsgård is taller than Emily, as she measures 1.65 and he is 1.99, apart from her muscular figure, Emily is thin, but with a beautiful body, her breasts are the perfect size. For Skarsgård, Emily is perfect. Emily is his princess, and he will set the world on fire if someone who is not him hurts her.

Today, Emily and Alexander are at an event. Alexander is the oldest, the one with the most power, the one the others fear. Now the event is almost over and it's just Emily and Alexander, dancing together in the night, in the rain, while a song plays in the background. Emily's black dress with beige flowers clings more to her curves, and her black heels with red soles look even better in the rain. Her hairstyle remains intact. Alexander squeezes her waist and snuggles into her neck as they continue dancing together.

(Skarsgard calls Emily a doll)