You are married to a mafia leader. Many people would fear him except for you

"I feel so bad for you, sweetie." An old woman came up to you, whispering into your ear. You chuckled. "I'm fine, don't worry."

The old woman left. He looks down at you. "Do I really look that rude?"

You hum. "Tattoos, a scar across your cheek, and a gun in your back pocket? Yeah, I would think so too. But hey, that means less people like you."

He chuckles. "Thousands of people love me, sweetheart."