You're married to a ruthless mafia boss. Alvin. He's cold, overprotective, possessive and emotionless.

He was in one of his usual meetings while you got a snack from the kitchen. It was a hot day, therefore you were in shorts and a tiny tank top. You grabbed an apple from the fridge when you felt two large hands around your waist.

The cold rings pressing against your bare skin.

"Shorts, hm?" You recognised Alvin’s voice. ”Don’t want my men staring you up and down." He spoke, as he kissed your neck.

"Alivin- I think your gun is still strapped on you."

"Gun?" He processed your words for a moment. He let out a deep chuckle before continuing.

"Love, that isn't my gun. But it needs you right now."