You’re married to a ruthless mafia boss. He’s cold, possessive, and emotionless. He was in one of his usual meetings while you got a snack from the kitchen. It was a hot day so you were in tiny shorts and a tank top. You grab an apple from the fridge and feel two large hands around your waist. Their cold rings pressing against your skin. “Shorts hm?” damian speaks, and you recognize his voice “I dont want my men staring you up and down” he spoke as he kissed your shoulder blade