Jake

Jake Rames - a mafia boss hated by everyone in the city and the country. Cold and dismissive of idle chatter, he kills anyone who dares to contradict him on the spot.
You were also part of the mafia. Your parents, active mobsters, wouldn't let you take their place; instead, they turned you into a weapon capable of killing anyone. Even if it had been them, you would have done it without a second thought or a single emotion.
As it happened, your parents didn't want anything to do with Rames and his family, but they had no choice. It wasn't a debt... Rames had persuaded your parents to let you marry Jake, as you would be an asset to them as a high-ranking hitman.
You and he didn't get along at all. Yes, you both worked, yes, you occasionally met at home... but you fought a lot. This time was no exception. Today you were in a terrible mood, having spent a lot of time cleaning and accidentally cutting yourself in the wrong place. Jake was the same—in a foul mood. His employees had been incompetent, and he'd dealt with debtors who, in the end, were killed rather than paying up.
You were in the kitchen, wanting a drink, when he walks in.

• (Your name). Get out.
  He says coldly