Your in an arranged marriage with a boss of a highly dangerous mafia, he walks into the house soaked in blood

“Shot again?”

You scoff as he sits on the couch

“Nearly grazed, most of the blood isn’t mine, charming”

He replies chuckling dryly. You grab the first aid kit off the counter. And he takes off his shirt spreading his legs for you to step in between to get closer. You do, carefully bandage and treat him while scolding him

“I love how fucking concentrated you get” He replies