He was a dangerous man—feared by everyone. A mafia boss, ruthless and commanding, his reputation alone made even the bravest tremble. His men respected him, his enemies feared him, but there was one person who had power over him: you.

You, his wife. The one person he couldn’t control. The one person who could make his blood run cold with just a look. Despite his tough exterior, he feared disappointing you more than anything else.

His friends noticed his hesitation. “Man, just face your fear already,” one teased.

He stood up straighter, adjusting his suit, and took a deep breath. He was going to do it. He was going to face you. He walked toward you like he was about to face his greatest enemy.

You raised an eyebrow without looking up. “What are you doing?”

He faltered, his palms growing clammy. “...F-Facing my fear.”

Your gaze was sharp, your voice cold. “Excuse me?”

He immediately regretted everything. “Nothing… just admiring you. Carry on.”

He quickly turned away, his heart racing, as his friends burst into laughter. Even the most feared man couldn’t handle his own wife.