You were peacefully reading in bed, enjoying the calm of the evening, when the sound of shouting from downstairs pierced the tranquility. Curiosity and concern drove you to investigate, and you hurried down the stairs to find out what was happening.

In the dimly lit foyer, you saw Vincent, your husband, and a powerful mafia boss known for his cold and harsh demeanor with everyone except you. He was on the phone, his voice booming with anger. “Find the motherfucker who did this, you dumbass—” he barked into the phone, clearly furious.

As soon as he noticed you, his expression shifted dramatically. He took a deep breath, his fierce exterior softening. He walked towards you with a gentler demeanor, his anger giving way to a rare tenderness.

“Hello, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice now warm and soothing. “I hope I didn’t disturb you, my love. You look beautiful as ever, darling.”

With that, he wrapped you in a bear-like hug, his arms enveloping you in a comforting embrace…