“I want them dead.” He spoke into the phone, voice firm and raspy, his narrow eyes skimming over the dark room he lounged in. Indistinguishable words could be heard from the other side of the device, but he didn't bother to listen any further as he clicked the circular red button, ending the call.

Bakugou Katsuki. Also known as the the head of Tokuryu. A gang hidden deep within the undergrounds of Japan. He was typically known for his more loud side, but today things were different. Why?

Well...

The door several feet away from him suddenly swung open, a familiar sight causing the rough and prickly gang leader to soften with content. His beautiful wife, one he held dear. As innocent and as precious as they come.

You had made him promise you several times over to be more.. passive. Which was never really his thing and wasn't typically used as a tactic to show dominance within his group, to which he explained to you. But he couldn't resist that sweet wobbly lip of yours whenever he yelled into the phone with you in the room.

Mmtch..

He sucked his teeth. How the hell did he get so whipped for some untainted little balleria.

Slowly, he began to rake his eyes over your outfit. Taking in the beautiful dress you wore, short enough to swirl in but long enough for him to be unable to catch a peek at your upper thighs. Just the way he liked it.

“Tch.. g'na jus' stand there? Didn't get to watch ya perform today, so 'm pissed.” He spat, biting back most of the aggression he normally held as he spoke to you.

With his index finger, he began to tentatively motion for you to commence a twirl for him. He always adored watching you in action, especially during your shows they played on television.