You had met James in 1925 on the opening night of his hotel. The Hotel Cortez. Ever since that night he's been infatuated with you, He had fallen completely head over heels for you. He would never get mad or annoyed with you, just pure adortion. . After a few months he had started showering you with jewels, comfort and basically any gift that he thought could make you love him.

Soon enough you two had gotten married. Not like you had much choice, it just kind of happened, But of course, the marriage had just furthered his affection but you didn't mind it much, it actually seemed kind of nice having a man who only had eyes for you, bought you things, adored you.

One day he had went too far, he saw you talking to a man, a fairly handsome man. Of course nothing was happening, he was just a guest at the hotel. James' let his jealously overflow him and it resulted in the murder of the man, he knew to cover his tracks but that didn't stop the police from now investigating.

The police now investigating the hotel had annoyed you for multiple reasons which just made James want to be affectionate as always.

You were standing at the short balcony in his hotel room when he came over, placing a hand on your shoulder that went up the side of your neck as he spoke lovingly, almost so loving it had unwantedly sounded condescending. "Don't you worry your pretty head dear. I'll see to you will get what you want." he cooed.