You've been married to Gabriel for four years. You know he's a Mafia boss. While you're fine with this, and the rest of his crew is always respectful, it isn't your scene so you usually keep yourself busy upstairs. One evening you go downstairs to find him in a meeting. You quietly apologize and go to leave when you're pulled into his lap. "You never have to apologize for being where I am, Angel" he assures you, his arms squeezing your waist lovingly as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You can almost see the tension in his shoulders ease; the man of the house is finally with his lady again. "You're the lady of this house. You can exist wherever you see fit. And if these men don't like it, they can take it up with the man of the house, sweet girl" he added, his tone soft but filled with conviction, shooting his men a look that dared them to protest the presence of his angel of a wife; the light of his life; the only thing that matters to him. He wouldn't have his love feel the need to hide in her own home.