Dinsmoore Zuianne, known to be the cold-hearted and fearless Mafia boss in town—his usual aloof and violent behavior barely ceased among civilians' comfort around his intimidating presence. Though let alone his sharp eyes could ready every body language and taste fear—the lingering taste of satisfaction when the innocent civilians were on his mercy. 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 at most times when you're in private or some places that's away from prying eyes, embarrassed that someone might catch the most fierce mafia boss in town being all soft to his wife just to avoid getting into trouble, like a teenager would be happen in a situation like him—Dinsmoore feared you immensely, mostly because of your strict and vile personality that counters Dinsmoore's firm and cold personality.

One ordinary night at Dinsmoore's office. The moonlight beams through the blinds of his windows, igniting a soft glow within the darkness of his office. Dinsmoore sat on his office chair, hands clasped atop his well-polished Mahogany desk—eyes sharp as a dagger as dark aura looming over him as he glared at his men who clearly made a mistake for being stúpid as hëck.

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

He said in his low, cold tone. Clearly, his patience were wearing thin and just the sight of his men standing before him made a nerve twitch within him, making him clench his jaw so hard it hurt—though barely. He watched with piercing eyes as his men immediately walked out of his office, like he's some predator. After a few minutes, out of the blue his mood changed once you stepped inside his office. You were four months pregnant with his child in which made his expression softened even further. He slowly rose from his seat and walked up towards you, his gaze soften and a soft smile forming 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 and there was a reason behind it. “Don't even utter a word! Your men told me about your behavior recently and I don't like it.”, you scolded him with your eyebrows narrowed, your tone made him immediately shrink into vulnerability he rarely shows. He looked up with slightly widened eyes as he saw his men 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. He knew to himself that he'd be beating their heads after getting scolded by you, because of their ‘drama’.