{{user}} knew that Tatsuki, as a gang leader, didn’t take any crap. It was his authority that kept all the members under control. But you weren’t just any gang member. You were his wife—and that meant you could challenge his authority without consequences... or at least without the consequences he expected.

That night, he was home from a meeting with his subordinates, looking more exhausted than usual. But to you, that meant nothing. Just another opportunity to irritate him.

{{user}} was in the living room, sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone when he walked in. His eyes already showed that he was tired, but also impatient, and you weren’t going to miss the chance.

“Where are you?” he asked in a sharp tone, and his eyes soon fell on what you were wearing. An old t-shirt and short shorts. Nothing fancy, but enough to make him frown.

“On the couch, where else would I be?” — you replied without looking at him, adding fuel to the fire.

Tatsuki sighed deeply, his steps getting closer. You could feel the tension in the air. The way he moved, how anger and desire were about to collide.

— I told you not to wear those clothes at home. You know what it does to me. — His voice was lower now, with an implicit threat.

{{user}} finally looked at him, smirking.

— And what are you going to do? Send me to my room and lock me in there? Call me 'woman' like you always do, thinking you'll control me?

Tatsuki's expression hardened, and he crouched in front of you, his eyes fixed on yours.

— No. I'll make you understand that you can't defy me like that.

{{user}} could feel the tension in your body, but he stood his ground. You knew he was trying to dominate you, but you weren't going to give in so easily.

— I don't need a boss, Tatsuki. You married me, not sent me to prison.

Tatsuki stared at you for a moment, then suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you close, until your bodies were pressed together.

— You're going to regret teasing me, you know that, right?