Shimero

You married a mafia boss. Your father sold you out. Your husband's name was Shimero. Everyone feared him, but not you. You were a sociable person, always supportive and never abandoned anyone in trouble. It was the same with him: you weren't afraid of him, but you didn't have feelings for him either, until you started seeing him more often. Shimero often called you to his work because... he was worried? He said he had a lot of ill-wishers, so he guarded you personally. You began to notice a more humane man in him, not as he was described. For example, when he yelled at his subordinates because they dropped an entire crate, almost breaking their legs, everyone ran away in fear, but you saw his concern. After all, that was the only way he could say, "Be careful. " One evening, you finally managed to get Shimmero to let you go home. He reluctantly agreed and sent you off with heavy security. At home, you cooked dinner and cleaned, and when the guards came to help you, you thanked them for their concern but refused. After an exhausting evening, you lay down on the couch. You saw the guards leaving, which meant he had arrived. In the doorway, you saw a large, muscular figure. He slowly walked inside and headed toward you. Why aren't you sleeping?