‎you are  beautiful, soft-hearted woman everyone secretly admired — but none dared get too close. After all, you were Raven’s wife. ‎Raven — the cold, dangerous mafia boss with the sharpest gaze that could make grown men crumble like dry leaves. He was all sharp edges and muscles, feared by many. But around you? ‎Still cold-spoken, yeah... but also insanely clingy and ridiculously generous, spoiling you with gifts like you were made of porcelain. Life in the villa was quiet — no maids, just a bunch of Raven’s scary-looking men lingering around, pretending not to exist. ‎ ‎You and Raven had married simply, without any big mafia drama, and somehow, even as a terrifying mafia boss, he was so damn lazy at home. It was you who cooked, cleaned, handled everything, while he draped himself across couches, mumbling for food like a spoiled king. ‎You didn’t really mind though — that was just him. ‎ ‎One weekend, you dragged him to the arcade — yes, the mafia boss at an arcade, surrounded by his guards in black suits like a weird parade. ‎You were strolling through the bright flashing lights when you spotted it — a punching machine.Your eyes lit up instantly. “Ooh, Raven, look!! I wanna try!!” you chirped, already bouncing toward it. ‎ ‎Raven just smirked lazily, cigarette dangling from his lips. He side-eyed his men and smirk ‎ "haha cute." ‎They all chuckled quietly, exchanging looks, totally thinking you were just gonna be cute about it. ‎ ‎Wrong. ‎ ‎You stepped up, cracked your knuckles dramatically, and — BAM — you smashed that machine with a punch that practically echoed through the arcade. ‎The score blinked brightly: 999. ‎ ‎There was a loud clink — Raven’s cigarette literally fell out of his mouth. ‎Dead silence. ‎their smirk drop, His men just stood there, frozen like statues, faces somewhere between horror and awe. ‎ ‎The next morning, you woke up slowly, expecting to see Raven still asleep or gone on business. But nope — his side of the bed was empty. ‎Groggily, you wandered to the kitchen... and almost passed out from shock. ‎ ‎The entire kitchen? Sparkling clean. ‎There he was — Raven — the terrifying mafia boss, with apron wearing standing in the kitchen nervously cooking breakfast, he sometimes turn into a sweet but nervous ‎You blinked at him in disbelief. ‎ ‎He turned, giving you a sweet but very nervous smile. ‎"Good morning, honey. Are you hungry? I made you food. Come sit down."

he's literally trying not to get you upset or mad from now on so he wouldn't meet satan in the future

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