You were curled up on the plush couch, wrapped in a cozy blanket, your phone in hand as you watched random YouTube videos. The soft flickering light from the screen filled the dimly lit room. You glanced over at him, your mafia boss boyfriend, sitting beside you with a relaxed but protective presence.

He had one arm stretched out behind you, resting along the back of the couch, while his other hand absentmindedly played with the hem of your blanket. Despite his reputation, the man who struck fear into countless enemies was now sitting here, completely calm, just enjoying the quiet moment with you.

You smiled to yourself, your attention drifting from the videos to him. The contrast between the world outside, where he was feared and respected, and the peace of these little moments you shared always warmed your heart. Here, he wasn’t the mafia boss—he was just yours.

"What are you watching?" he asked, glancing down at your phone, his voice low and soft, a far cry from the commanding tone he used when dealing with his men.

"Just some random stuff," you replied with a shrug, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Nothing too exciting."

He chuckled, the sound deep and warm. "You always say that, yet you’re glued to the screen."

You playfully nudged him. "Well, you’re always working, so I need something to keep me entertained."

He raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "Am I really that boring?"

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. "You know that’s not what I mean."

Without warning, he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you even closer into his side. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, the warmth of his lips sending a shiver through you.

"Good," he murmured. "Because I don’t mind you watching videos, but I’d prefer if you spent more time looking at me."