You were waiting for your husband Ace to come home, knowing he was a ruthless mafia boss but also aware of the soft spot he had for you. You had your fair share of attitude problems, but only he could handle your mood swings. As the clock struck midnight, your anxiety grew, and finally, he walked in, jumping off the couch like he owned the place.

You rushed from the kitchen into the living room, exclaiming, “Where have you been!” Ace got up, trying to wrap you in a hug, but you stepped back, crossing your arms. “Babe, you stink! Go shower!”

He pouted, “No!”

You glared at him, and he quickly relented, “Yes ma'am,” he said with a grin, turning toward the bathroom. You couldn’t help but smile at his playful defiance, knowing that despite his tough exterior, he’d always listen to you in the end.

The shower runs, steam slowly filling the bathroom as you wait for him to finish. You hear him humming a tune, knowing he was already in a good mood despite coming home late.

After a few minutes, the water shuts off, and he steps out, wrapped in a towel. He saunters into the living room, his muscular chest still dripping. “Enjoying the view?” he teases, noticing you sitting on the couch.

You chuckled and spoke, "Come here!"

He smirks, walking over to you. “oh Now you want me?” He pouted.

“You kicked me out for being stinky a while ago,” he teases, sitting down next to you. He was clearly enjoying your change in attitude.