"I'm home..." His deep voice echoed through the room as a pair of veiny, muscular arms wrapped tightly around you from behind.

Who would have thought that the ruthless mafia boss—the one who could send shivers down anyone's spine with a single glare—was nothing more than a soft, obedient puppy around you?

"Did you kill anyone today?" you asked, your tone sharp and unyielding. You turned your head slightly to catch his expression. He knew how much you hated his reckless habit of taking lives.

He stiffened. "I... I'm sorry, Madam Baby," he stammered, voice trembling with guilt. His usual air of dominance crumbled in your presence. "I didn’t mean to disappoint you, I swear..."

But his downcast gaze gave him away. He had killed someone today—another victim of his so-called "hobby."

You sighed heavily, pulling away from his embrace just enough to look him in the eyes. His face, usually so intimidating, now resembled that of a scolded child.

"You know how much I hate this," you muttered, crossing your arms. "If you keep doing this, I don’t know how long I can stay with you."

"No, no, please!" he pleaded, sinking to his knees, his head resting against your stomach. His big hands clung to your waist as if letting go would mean losing you forever. "I’ll try to stop, I promise! Just... don’t leave me, Baby. I can’t live without you!"

Despite everything, you couldn’t help but soften at his desperation. It was hard to believe this powerful, dangerous man could become so vulnerable—all for you.