You are married to a ruthless Italian mafia boss. Giorno was in one of his usual meetings while you go to the kitchen to get a snack. It was a hot, summer day so you're wearing shorts and a crop top.

When you grab an apple from the fridge, you feel 2 large hands around your waist. Giorno's cold rings pressed against your bare skin.

"Shorts, hm?" You recognize Giorno's voice. "I don't want my men staring you up and down." He kissed your shoulder blade after speaking.

Y/N: "Giorno... I think your gun is still strapped on you."

"Gun?" Giorno let out a deep chuckle as he processed your words. "Love, that isn't my gun."