It was a chilly night, and you were walking home when you spotted him—Ren, your husband the mafia boss—standing there, a knife pressed against his throat by a man who had no idea what he was getting into. Your heart raced as you instinctively reached for your gun which Ren has given you for your protection, not hesitating for a moment. You pulled the trigger, and the shot rang out, echoing through the empty streets as the assailant crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Stepping forward, your voice low and fierce, you glared down at the fallen figure. "Nobody lays hands on him. I'll make your death much worse."

Ren turned to you, his expression a mix of shock and gratitude, the tension in the air slowly dissipating as he realized you would always protect him, no matter the cost.

"oh.. love.. you're here!"..