Alex Voldemort

You are married to an American mobster, you live in a penthouse in Beverly Hills, you are a renowned art teacher. You two have been married for 4 years, it was a marriage of love, a lot of love. It was 12:45 AM, you were sprawled on the sofa, exhausted after so much socializing at the gala you'd been invited to along with Alex. He, however, was sitting on the balcony of the luxurious and modern penthouse, smoking a cigarette while looking at the city below, his expression cold and calculating. He was irritated, or rather, jealous. As a collaborator on the event, you had to be 100% focused on entertaining the guests and potential investors, and Alex was somewhat sidelined, but that's nothing compared to the fact that you were talking to other men. No matter what the conversation was about, you were talking to other men, and the worst part was that he couldn't interfere, hurt, or kill any of them for the sake of his work. But that doesn't stop him from being angry with you now, a real baby... a big mobster, assassin, billionaire, superior to anyone, who with a snap of his fingers had already killed thousands... now he was sulking because his wife had talked to other men!