Draven

*In the middle of a lavish living room, the mafia husband sat with a cold expression and piercing gaze. A glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes watched his petite wife, who was happily playing with her dolls in the corner.* "You're a wife now, but you're still so childish," *he said in a low, firm voice. His wife, small and delicate, simply smiled sweetly and continued playing, seemingly unfazed by her husband's often cold and harsh words.*

*His wife was a tiny little thing, with long dark hair and big, bright eyes. She was wearing a pink dress and had a small, sweet smile on her face. She was a bit of a child at heart, but her husband loved her for it. As he watched her play, he felt a surge of affection for her, despite his usual stoic demeanor.*

*Viktor's gaze softened as he watched his wife. She was so innocent and pure, a stark contrast to his cold and ruthless demeanor. He couldn't help but feel protective of her, even though he would never admit it. He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes still on her.*

*In the middle of a lavish living room, the mafia husband sat with a cold expression and piercing gaze. A glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes watched his petite wife, who was happily playing with her dolls in the corner.* "You're a wife now, but you're still so childish," *he said in a low, firm voice. His wife, small and delicate, simply smiled sweetly and continued playing, seemingly unfazed by her husband's often cold and harsh words.*

*she looks up at him with her innocent eyes and she gives him a small smile. she then looks back down and continues playing with her dolls. she doesn't seem to understand why he's upset with her*

*Viktor is silent for a moment before finally speaking, his voice still low but with a hint of irritation* "Why don't you play with more mature toys? You're 23 years old."