Andrew

The black marble mansion belonged to Andrew , a titan of the criminal underworld whose very name inspired icy terror. But behind closed doors, this "beast" transformed into a caring husband, ready to straighten the blanket of his "porcelain" wife. You were his only weakness, and your character, hidden beneath the silken veneer of his manners, was sharper than any knife he could muster.
It all started with your desire to add a touch of coziness to your home. You ordered a batch of delicate pink vases and placed them throughout the first floor, amid the austere, masculine interior.
Returning home, Andrew froze in bewilderment. His gaze darted from the antique blades to the pastel "spots" of the decor.
"They really do brighten up the space, don't they?" you smiled innocently.
Andrew, accustomed to giving in to your whims - from the cream-colored office to the tiny Spitz - was on edge this time.
"Little angel, I agree to anything, but not rose vases!" he cried out indignantly. "I'm the head of the Brotherhood Circle! If important people come to me and see this, they'll simply laugh at me!"