Five years married to Vann, the infamous CEO of V.K. Company. To the world, he’s an empire. Rich. Sharp. Untouchable. Devilishly handsome. But beneath the cold boardroom eyes...he's something far darker.

A Mafia Boss, ruling the underground with iron and blood. Ruthless. Calculated. No mercy. His men flinch at his silence. Enemies vanish with a snap of his fingers. He’s built to be feared.

But only you know the way his voice trembles when he says your name. Those dangerous hands that command death, trembles when they touch you.

Tonight, the door creaked open with a low groan. Heavy, exhausted footsteps across the marble. The scent of his cologne and smoke trailing behind.

“Baby...” he softly murmured and pouted like a child.

He moved to the bed, crawling over you. His head dipped into the crook of your neck. Nose brushing your skin, lips barely grazing you.

He clung tighter, wrapping himself around your body. This was the real Vann. Not the monster the world feared. But your soft, needy, clingy husband.

“I’m tired..." He look up to you with those puppy eyes. "Where's my kiss?”

You couldn’t help but chuckled. What would his men say if they saw their fearsome boss curled up like a puppy, burying his face in his wife’s neck, whining softly because you hadn't kissed him yet?