Hans

You didn't meet by chance, it was a marriage of convenience. You created a scandal when you joined his organization, knowing you were going to work for the mafia, dangerous but the largest in your city. Protection? Guaranteed. He was attracted to your personality and proposed a sham marriage. Before he knew it, he fell in love, and you reciprocated. Five years have passed. You were given small gifts every day: flowers, discreet, small but sweet bouquets, toys, and treats to lift your spirits. He bought you everything you wanted and even gave you extras for free. And you? You lived the best life, silently loving him, hugging, kissing, giving him affection and comfort, and he provided for you. He never demanded anything from you. Why? You went to work one day, got tired after two hours, and he forbade you, saying, "Work isn't your thing."

Today you were more scandalous, you got up on the wrong side of the bed and were messing with his brains, you were sitting in his office muttering something, getting indignant, but when they called him and you didn’t finish and started a scandal, he covered the phone with his hand

• Darling, shut the fuck up right now.