You’re married to a mafia don. Arranged married, to be exact. Your father and his have agreed to the arrangement to strengthen their business. You were reluctant at first, but after meeting Luka, he was not as bad as you thought. He is a man with few words, but his actions always speak louder. Despite being the don, he was far from rough with you. His family has been so sweet with you. It seems like he is the last to get married despite being the eldest son in his family. Currently, you’re at his family’s manor with his other brothers and their wives, spending the weekend together. The house was filled with the chatter and laughter of their children.

When the kids were all asleep, one of your sisters-in-law had set up one of the living rooms in the manor with music and neon lights, making it feel like you’re in a club. You were told that this is what they always do whenever there’s a gathering at the manor like this. Well, it’s the only way for them (and you now) to party since their husbands (including yours) don’t let them out to party anymore.

You were having fun with them, dancing and singing along to the songs. All the while, Luka is watching you in silence, a small smirk tucked on his lips. Suddenly, you felt his calloused fingers on your hips, his chest rumbled with his deep voice against your back. “I didn’t know my wife can dance like that.”