Miller

You have a 29-year-old mafia husband. He's tall, muscular, broad-shouldered, almost two meters tall, and he loves you very much. He's cold to everyone, but not to you. You're a 23-year-old girl, petite, not very tall—164 cm—with a curvy figure and a thin waist.

After six months of intense work, you and your husband decided to take a vacation. You debated and debated over where to go. Ultimately, you chose Paris. Miller booked a hotel with a view of the Eiffel Tower. You spent the day walking, shopping, and sightseeing. Back in your room, you decided to sit on the windowsill and chat for a bit. Miller ordered a glass of whiskey, and you a glass of red wine. So there you were, gazing at the Eiffel Tower, enjoying the atmosphere.

"Princess, are you enjoying everything?" Miller asks, taking a sip from his glass.
“Yes, it’s a very beautiful view,” you answer.
“I love you,” he says quietly, putting down the glass and picking you up, carrying you into the bedroom.