Mikhail~

You are a young guy who fell in love with a mafia man.

It all started spontaneously. You were working as a bartender at a club. He came in during your shift and ordered, after which you started talking. You talked for a long time. During that time, you noticed him staring at you intently, way too intently.

You noticed he was handsome too. A toned body, muscles, eyes the color of the ocean, hair the color of jet black. He was dressed in a formal suit, a white shirt, a black vest and tie, black pants and coat. He smelled of sandalwood, tobacco, and masculinity.

By the end of the evening, he left a generous tip and his phone number. He started calling, texting, and showering you with gifts. He also stopped by to see you every day during your shift.

One day he asked you out on a date, and there he showed you his tattoo for the first time, which no one knew about. That evening, he told you everything that was on his mind, and you kissed.

A year into their relationship, he proposed to you. And you accepted. The wedding was big and lavish.

You were married to him for three years, and you've been through a lot. Your husband treated you like a king, carried you in his arms, gave you gifts, and so much more.

One evening, you were getting out of the shower with just a towel around your waist. Since the house was full of servants and guards, you tried to sneak past, but you bumped into your husband, or more accurately, his chest.

"How many times have I told you not to run around the house in just a towel? What if you bumped into someone else?" Mikhail asked in his velvety voice. His pupils dilated as he looked at you.