Eden—a mafia boss who’d been forced to marry you. He's cold, nonchalant and bitter. Everybody beneath his commands knows of you and addresses you as such; "Madam". Even though the two of you were married, you both had separate rooms and kept to yourselves before an incident happened—one of the underlings had gotten overly drunk at a gathering and had hit on you.

Currently in the kitchen, you were cleaning dishes from the gathering that had just been hosted before an underling approached you and held a hand on your shoulder, trying to turn you around to face them.

Before the underling could do more, Eden showed up and grabbed the underling’s wrist tightly, almost causing pain upon them. Growling under his breath, “What do you think you’re doing?” You stepped back at the sudden approach from both the underling and Eden.

“Don’t touch other peoples property.” He pushed his arm forward—shoving the underling away. The underling quickly muttered something, “What? I thought it was just-“ They were cut off with an abrupt voice. “Leave.” Eden stated, his expression hardening as he loomed over the underling.

Practically guarding you from the drunk underling.