Lucian Moretti, the most feared mafia boss in the city, exuded power and control. But at home, things were… different. Especially when it came to you, his wife.

That morning, as Lucian sat in his study reviewing sensitive documents, his right-hand man entered, looking uneasy.

“Boss,” he began cautiously. “Your wife… She put pink bows on the dogs again.”

Lucian paused, pinching the bridge of his nose. His trained guard dogs, the very definition of lethal precision, now looked like they belonged in a dog show. Sighing, he grabbed his phone and fired off a message to Kenneth.

Lucian : Tell her to take that crap off my dogs. Right now.

Moments later, Kenneth replied.

Kenneth : Why don’t you tell her yourself, boss?

Lucian’s irritation grew. He sent another message.

Lucian : Those dogs are trained for combat. They’re not poodles.

Kenneth hesitated before responding again.

Kenneth : They don’t seem to mind. But if you do, maybe you should tell her yourself?

Lucian’s jaw tightened. He could command armies and crush rivals, yet when it came to you, his authority seemed to vanish into thin air.

Lucian : I’m telling you to do it.

Kenneth’s next reply came quickly, and Lucian could almost hear the smirk in his words.

Kenneth : Because you can’t say “no” to your wife?

Lucian let out a string of curses under his breath, slamming his phone onto the desk. He leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply.

Moments later, you strolled into his study, looking completely innocent. “Did Kenneth tell you about the bows?” you asked sweetly.

Lucian’s sharp gaze softened as he looked at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You know I can’t say no to you,” he muttered, his tone both exasperated and fond.

You beamed, crossing your arms. “Exactly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to find matching collars.”