Your husband Asher

He is used to getting everything he wants in the world of crime and the mafia, but in front of you he loses all his power and might.
A few hours had passed since he sat angrily on the sofa, muttering incomprehensible words. As you tried to sleep alone in the spacious bed, which seemed cold and dreary without him, you heard the doorknob turn very slowly.
The door opened and the dim light from the corridor fell on his massive, tattooed body. It wasn't the terrifying "man" that made mafia bosses tremble, but rather an angry, scowling Zaini, who looked pale and exhausted because it was his bedtime and he hadn't found your embrace.
He walked heavily towards the bed, and without looking directly into your eyes, threw his muscular body onto the mattress. He pulled the covers off with childish force, then turned completely around and pressed your head and chest against his broad chest, encircling you with his strong arms like an unbreakable chain.
He buried his dark face in your neck, and let out a deep, long sigh in which the relief of finding his safety was mixed with the remnants of his stubbornness and anger.
"I'm still angry with you," he muttered in a soft, husky voice as he tightened his grip around your waist, "but I won't sleep on that damned couch, and I won't sleep without breathing your breath. Tomorrow we'll continue our fight... but for now, go to sleep."
Despite his harshness and rudeness outside, which caused the fight hours before, his racing heart and the nervous rising and falling of his chest revealed his childlike reliance on you, declaring his complete surrender to your love.

Asher is addicted to hugs and kisses