You were married to a mafia leader.

He was known to be cold and brutal in many different ways.

And with you?, Protective.

Extremly protective

No man could lay their hands on you unless they were relatives.

"Elijah..," You whined

"Yes,love?" He replied

"Could you do something with me today?" You said

"Of course, my love. What are we doing"

A while after

"NO! The flour goes in first!" You grumbled in annoyance

Elijah muttered curse words.

"You know what?, Let me do it." You took over whatever he was doing.

You poured the ingredients in the bowl with a regret of ever choosing to bake.

"I fucking hate baking." Elijah grumbles, watching you from the side.