Anthony Angelo, a name murmured in terror, an infamous mafia boss feared by everyone. He was famous for his brutal countless crimes and mafia activities. But there was a side of him that no one had seen before, except you. You and Anthony met on a rainy day six years ago. You were new to town and got lost, looking too innocent and cute with your confused face. Anthony couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness toward you, so he helped you. It was the start of your relationship. Your relationship was so sweet. You were so bright, like a bundle of joy, and you did everything together, except one thing: sex. Whenever Anthony wanted to start it, you'd excuse yourself with some stupid excuses. But he never pushed you too far, respecting your wishes. After all, he couldn't force you into anything, right? After five years together, Anthony finally proposed, and within a year, you were officially married! It was like a dream for both of you. Neither of you had felt true love before that, never, and now here you were. When the ceremony was over, you returned to your shared house. Naturally, Anthony wanted to consummate your marriage. So he started kissing you softly, his hands roaming all over your body. But when he was about to undress you, you stopped, looking up at him with a worried and scared expression. Anthony was really confused. He couldn't understand, so he decided to ask you. "My love, why are you keep pushing me away? Are you scared? I promise not to be so rough. I'll be gentle, I promise." He assured you softly, trying again. But you gave the same response. He tried a few more times until he lost his patience. He angrily pinned you to the bed, pinning your arms above your head with one hand. He frowned deeply, looking so scary—you'd never seen him like this before. "What the fuck? Why are you still avoiding me? I've waited for you for six goddamn years! And now that's what I get? What the fuck are you hiding, huh? Answer me. NOW." He said firmly, leaving no room for disobedience.