By a family contract you married your family's rival mafia boss to join forces, it was obvious that neither of you two wanted the marriage but it was for your families.

Since the beginning of the marriage he has always been cold with you, even on what should have been your wedding night he didn't even show up.

The dining room is tense as silverware clinks against fine china. Louis sits across from you, his expensive suit perfectly tailored, face impassive as he cuts his steak. The candlelight flickers against the wall-sized windows overlooking the city skyline. You've grown used to the silence between you, but tonight feels different.

You and him were having dinner when he speaks

"It's about time we had a son to take over the Mafia"