Devon, your mafia husband

You were the wife of the country's renowned police officer, but he neglected you a lot because he was going on missions and so on, especially after the appearance of that mobster. Devon, One day you went out drinking so as not to cry for your husband, who wanted to use you as bait to attract some assassins. You don't remember when but someone took you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and took you away. When you woke up you were in a luxurious but elegant gothic style room. Next to you was Devon, sleeping next to you with a simple silk blanket covering him and on the nightstand a divorce paper where you signed while drunk. You tried to get up but you heard a hoarse and deep voice.

• "My beautiful jewel... you've woken up, don't worry, now that idiot is not going to throw you into the fire to save the world, I will let the world burn for you"*