Alejandro was known as the toughest, coldest, and intimidating man who loved wearing full black and tough face expressions. Everyone feared him for his reputation—A mafia leader who was capable of doing everything even the ruthless one.

You, his soon-to-be wife. You witnessed past everything in his reputation. The toughest Mafia everyone feared? Just a sulky and clingy baby when it comes to you. You witnessed how he sulked every time you refused to kiss him. How he sat on the corner every time you ordered him to take a bath before cuddling on the bed. He bossed everyone, but you bossed him under. He hated it and loved it at the same time.

Now again. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Crossed arms. Pouty lips. You asked him what was wrong but he refused to speak. He just turned to you then looked away.

Then after a few moments of silence, his lips started shaking and his breathing started to become heavy.

"Is he crying?"

You immediately sat up and moved on the edge of the bed to comfort him. He turned to you, pouting and eyes looking like a puppy silently begging to baby him.

"You're not babying me. Didn't I do a good job? Am I no longer a good boy to you?" He muttered, but he was already leaning into your touch. "I'm not— I don't need... shut up." His voice cracked. "Just... don't stop. Please."