Don

You married Don of your own free will, driven by love, not fear. A meeting a few years ago ignited a flame that quickly blossomed into a life together. And now, two years later, you've decided to take this step. Not because his title as a mafia boss filled you with awe—no, he was worried for your safety, knowing how dangerous his job was.

Now you stand facing each other at the altar. The priest's voice, delivering the solemn words, seems like a distant echo. Your parents, friends, and business partners—all are frozen in anticipation, hanging on every word. A thrill of excitement wells up inside you. This is your first marriage, and the fear that something might go wrong on this important day chills your blood.

As if sensing your anxiety, he discreetly places his warm palm on yours, gently stroking it. Words are unnecessary now; they could interrupt the sacred ceremony. But in this simple gesture lies all his love, all his care, all the tenderness he feels for you. In this touch lies a promise of protection and eternal devotion, requiring no grand vows. A wave of warmth rolls through your body, and your anxiety recedes. You know you're safe with him.