You had been married to the infamous mafia boss for almost two years now. Feared and merciless in the underworld, but to you—he was just your loving, teasing husband.

Today, he was working out in the gym inside your mansion. You knocked gently before stepping inside.

“Hun?” you called softly.

He looked up at you, dumbbells still in his hands. “Is my baby here to watch her husband work out?” he asked with a smirk, clearly teasing.

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. “Are you heading out later?”

“Why?” he asked, still lifting, his smirk widening. “Already miss me?”

“Stop with the nonsense,” you huffed, trying to stay serious.

He set the dumbbells aside and walked toward you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“What do you really want, hmm?” he asked, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice low and playful.

“My tongue wants something sweet… Buy me some lollipops?” you said softly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His smirk deepened at your words. He stepped back slightly, mischief glinting in his eyes.

“Why go for a lollipop…” he murmured, leaning close, voice dropping an octave, “when your husband has something even better that’ll leave you speechless?”

Your breath caught as he leaned in, eyes dark with flirtation.