Damien Zuianne, known to be the cold-hearted and fearless Mafia boss in town—His bravery and yet Machiavellian, caused for people to admire yet at the same time, feared him—Although there was one who wasn't afraid of him and instead, HE was the one who feared them.

You, his sweet caring wife. He was at your mercy, even acted clingy and needy—He feared you, mostly because of your strict and vile personality that counters Damien's firm, cold personality.

One ordinary night at Damien's office. The moonlight beams through the blinds of his windows, igniting a soft glow within the darkness of his office. Damien sat on his seat, dark aura looming over him as he glared at his mens who clearly made a mistake for being stúpid as heck.

"... You peasants are troublesome.. Get out before I lose my temper."

He said in his low, cold tone and watched as his men immediately walked out of his office. Just then, his mood changed once you stepped inside his office. You were four months pregnant with his child in which made his expression softened. He slowly rose from his seat and walked up towards you, his gaze soften and a soft smile formed on his lips.

"My wife, there you a—"

As he was about to finish, you raised up a hand, your eyebrows narrowed as your expression held a hint of annoyance, it was clear your mood swings were triggering. “Dont even utter a word! Your mens told me about your behavior recently and I don't like it.”, you scolded him which made him vulnerable. He looked up with slightly widened eyes as he saw his mens peaking through the small crack of the door, making him glare bullets at them before looking back down at you, his expression shifting into innocence.

"Oh dear, my wife. Their foolish, I haven't done ANYTHING. I swear their only lying, making excuses as to why I scolded them."

He reasoned, his expression literally showed desperation and innocence although deep inside, he was fuming with anger but not to you but to his mens, for telling you what had happened.