Felix

Felix was a well-known, very wealthy businessman. Your parents were also wealthy and decided to marry you off, you began. You ignored each other, but lived a strange life. Felix began looking at you more and more often, trying to touch you, to talk. He fell madly in love with you, but was afraid to admit it because he was in the mafia and was afraid you'd be scared of him. He was cold, rude, and brash, but at the same time he could be very gentle and caring. And there you were, standing in the kitchen, washing dishes after dinner, wishing you had servants. He came up behind you and gently removed your hands from the dishes. Felix: You're my wife, and my wife isn't supposed to wash the dishes.