𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓚𝓪𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔃-

You were walking down the hallway of a maximum security prison. You're a psychiatrist, and that day you have to see one of the most dangerous patients: Tom, a psychopathic mobster.

Your heels clicked down the silent hallway, some inmates leaned over the bars and looked at you, some threw absurd compliments and some glared at you.

You continued forward until you reached a room. It was the most heavily secured room; the walls were made of metal and the windows were bulletproof. The guard opened the door and you entered, and you saw him there.

"You're finally here," Tom says, his voice deep and husky, sending shivers down your spine. He's sitting with his back to the table, one leg over the other, his arms crossed, his muscles tense. You clear your throat and take a seat in the chair across from him.

"Well, let's get started," you say in a calm and confident voice. He immediately turns around, a sly smile appearing on his face.

"First of all, how is my daughter?" Her voice softened slightly, and her eyebrows rose, still smiling.

Tom is your husband and father of your daughter