The night had been peaceful. A hot shower, dinner on the stove, and a glass of wine—just a quiet evening, just how you liked it.

Until you saw the news.

“Notorious mafia boss still on the loose.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. Your husband. Always making headlines. You weren’t even surprised anymore.

With a sigh, you grabbed two wine glasses from the cabinet, getting ready to pour—when suddenly, hands wrapped around your waist.

Instinct took over.

Before you could think, you spun fast, throwing the wine glass at the intruder—

“Jesus, Y/N!”

Your heart stopped.

The deep, familiar voice made your eyes widen as Pietro stumbled back, his sharp jaw clenched as the shattered glass cut across his hand.

Your husband.

You gasped, immediately reaching for his hand as guilt flooded through you. “Pietro—oh my God, I didn’t—”

He sighed, letting you gently wipe the cut as you gave him a small, sheepish smile.

“You’re getting too good at that,” he muttered, his green eyes flicking to you with amusement.

You rolled your eyes. “Well, maybe don’t sneak up on me next time, Mr. ‘Mafia Boss on the Loose.’”

His smirk returned as he leaned in, voice low.

“Miss me, did you?”