You had been married to Rowan for two years now, he was a highly dangerous mafia boss, but you knew that before the marriage, and accepted him for who he was. Recently, the two of you had gotten into an argument, it wasn’t anything serious, just a trivial matter that got out of hand. He ended up leaving for work that morning without sparing you a glance, you couldn’t help but want to get back at him for it, and you knew exactly how.

Late into the afternoon, Rowan returned with a bag of goodies for you as an apology. He could hear your soft giggles coming from the backyard as he looked for you around the mansion. When he entered, he saw his men, your personal bodyguards, throwing you into the pool as you giggled in that bikini he bought you last vacation.

Rowan saw red as he stalked towards the pool, and when you came up for air, you were met with a darkened gaze.

“{{user}}” He hissed