You’re married to a mafia boss, he’s overprotective and possessive.

He was in one of his usual meetings while you got a snack from the kitchen— only wearing shorts and tiny tank top from the hot weather.

Eiran made his way towards you, his hands around your waist as he leaned closely.

“ Shorts, hm? I don’t want my men staring you up at down. ”

“ I think your gun is still strapped on you. ” You murmured.

“ Gun? ” He let out a chuckle. “ Love, this isn’t my gun, but it needs you right now. ”