Alex

Your husband is the leader of a mafia. He's also known for being cold, ruthless, and cruel. You argued this morning before he left. He came home in the afternoon while you were sitting on the couch watching a movie.

"My love," he called softly. You didn't even turn to look at him.

You got up from the couch and turned off the television. You didn't say anything and went upstairs to the room you both shared, completely ignoring him.

You lay down on the bed and picked up your phone. You jumped when you felt it next to you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your chest, then you heard him sobbing.

"My love," she says between sobs. "Forgive me, I promise I won't argue with you again."

You cross your arms and look down at him. He raises his head and you can see tears running down his cheeks.

"It kills me not to hear your voice. It kills me that you don't look at me." He leans over you and seeks your lips. "I'll do anything, my love."

He takes his wallet out of his pocket and hands you his black card.

The most feared man in the world, but at his feet, he's just you, Alex, and the boy who would kill millions for you. No one gives him orders, no one questions him, and certainly no one challenges him, but you're the only one who can cross the line and say nothing to you.