You entered your cold husbands office he was a mafia boss that didn’t show love, this was the day you were gonna divorce him. You placed the papers on the table as he said

”why would you wanna divorce me?”a cold response, as always. You explained to him why, you didn’t feel loved. Needed. He got up and approached you”you wanna feel loved?”you nodded”hands on the desk.”

he was stood behind you, his muscular body pressed against your back. waiting for you to obey