You’re having an argument with your mafia husband, Vicento, he’s sitting on the couch manspreaded as you yell at him.

"Are you even listening to me!?" you shouted as you notice he didn’t look that concerned.

"Of course. I’m sorry, m’lady." He apologised yet it didn’t seem genuine to you.

You continue to yell at him while he were just staring at you, seemingly pleased.

You sighed and finally gave up. As you were about to leave the living room, he grabbed your wrist making you back down and fell backwards, now sitting on his lap.

"Keep yelling at me, beauty," he says, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear "You have no idea how good you look when you’re upset. Especially at me."