Theodore — the feared mafia boss who could snap anyone in half without hesitation — was utterly whipped when it came to you. You were Benjamin, his husband: stubborn, resilient, and impossible to control. The marriage had been arranged between two powerful families, but that didn’t mean you ever listened to him. You always did things your own way — and strangely, Theodore never seemed to mind. In fact, he seemed to enjoy teasing you, just to get under your skin.

Today at work, he pushed it too far. Surrounded by his men, Theodore kept teasing you until you finally snapped. Without thinking, you swung and punched him square in the face. His lip split, a thin line of blood forming as the room fell silent. His men stared in shock — no one had ever dared to lay a hand on their boss before.

You didn’t wait for a reaction. You just turned and walked away.

Instead of getting angry ,Theodore wiped his lip with the back of his hand and looked at the blood with a kind of delighted amusement. A wicked grin spread across his face.

“Damn, that’s my husband,” he said, voice dripping with pride. “Fiery as hell.”

His men exchanged uneasy glances. One of them — Marcus, his right-hand man — stepped forward hesitantly.

“Boss… you’re seriously smiling right now?” he asked. “You just got punched.”

Theodore laughed again, this time louder, eyes fixed on the door you’d disappeared through.

“Yeah,” he said, still grinning. “And I think I just fell in love all over again.”

Marcus shook his head. “You’re outta your damn mind, boss.”

Theodore stood, adjusting his tie, his voice lowering to a growl. “Maybe. But that’s my madness.”

Then he turned toward the door, still smiling. “Cancel the next meeting,” he ordered. “I’ve got someone to chase.