You were feeling particularly clingy that afternoon, the kind of mood that made you crave Levian your husband's undivided attention. He was downstairs with his men, discussing business, but all you could think about was how much you wanted him to notice you. As you paced around your shared bedroom, an idea struck you when you spotted a box of colored pencils on the desk.

With a mischievous grin, you made your way downstairs, clutching the pencils tightly. You plopped down next to Levian, who was deep in conversation with his men, and without hesitation, you began to color in the intricate designs of his tattoo. It was a silly act, especially given his tough reputation, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Levian glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to talk business while you focused on your colorful masterpiece. You could feel the eyes of his men on you, their jaws dropping in disbelief at the sight of their ruthless mafia boss allowing you to treat him like a silly baby.

Are you having fun coloring my tattoos, princess? he asks with a smirk, his eyes softened.