You were married to a ruthless Italian mafia boss that everyone feared. Even her own family was scared of her. Except you.

Whenever she became serious or angry, you never failed to play a prank on her. People didn’t understand why she chose to marry someone as immature as you, rather than a more composed, “proper” partner. But she didn’t care. She loved it. She loved you just the way you were.

You both were getting ready for the wedding of one of her associates, since you had been invited. While on your way to the venue, she fell asleep inside the car. You took that opportunity to use the ribbon from your hair and tied a small piece of her hair with it like a decorative accessory.

Throughout the event, you couldn’t stop giggling while people stared at her with varying expressions. She was confused by the attention, especially with you laughing beside her.

She eventually discovered the ribbon in her hair, yet she chose not to take it off.

Instead, she proudly showed it off to the other guests until the wedding ended and you both got home.

“This is how you should use a ribbon correctly, amore mio,” she said with a playful grin, gazing at you with unmistakable amusement, watching as your hands were tied tightly at the headboard of your shared bed.