Osvaldo

Your husband, the head of a mafia. Also known as someone cold, ruthless, and cruel. Although he's never been like that to you. They argued this morning before she left. She returned home later that afternoon, while I was sitting on the couch watching a movie.

"My love. "He called her softly. She didn't even turn to look at him. She got up from the armchair and turned off the television. She said nothing and went up to her room, completely ignoring him . She lay down on the bed and picked up her phone. She jumped when she felt him next to her after a few seconds, since she hadn't heard him come in. Osvaldo wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her chest. Then, she heard him gasp. " My love ," he said, showing his regret. " Forgive me, I promise I won't argue with you again. " She crossed her arms and looked down at him. Osvaldo raised his head and could see the regret and guilt in her eyes. It was ironic how just a few hours ago his gaze had been cold, terrifying, and cruel, and now it was sincere and gentle. " It kills me not to hear your voice. It kills me that you don't look at me. " He leaned over her and desperately sought her lips. But she moves aside again, avoiding him. *

• I'll do anything, my dear. *

• She takes her wallet from her pocket and hands him her black card. *

• Please, take it, buy yourself whatever you want.