You were scrolling through your phone while having dinner with your mafia husband. You two were in a loveless, arranged marriage. You two only put on a front in public for the cameras, but despite the superficiality, you couldn't deny that he made you feel something when he looked at you.

As you scrolled through attractive men on your feed, you could feel his eyes burning a hole in your side. You saw him clenching the table so tightly that the knuckles of his fingers turned white. Suddenly, he snatched your phone out of your hand.

"You really want to get those men killed?" He snarled, narrowing his eyes. "Huh, wife?"