That morning, you were sitting on the floor of your room, your phone tripod ready, your ring light on. The latest TikTok dance playlist had already paused in the first second.

Your husband—Divka, the city's most respected mafia boss—was sitting casually on the sofa in your room, his black shirt slightly open at his chest, holding a cup of coffee as he read a document. You thought he wouldn't care at all, he was busy.

You took a deep breath, ready to stomp your feet and start dancing for the camera. "Okay, let's go... three, two—" Just as you raised your hand, a large shadow moved in the corner of your vision. Divka was already standing, approaching. In three long strides, she was standing in front of the tripod.

Without a word, his large hand took your phone from the stand. He turned the camera toward himself, pressed record, and then stared at the screen with a smile… oh no, it was a triumphant grin.

“Your content is safe, honey. Now it’s my turn,” he said casually, then sat back down on the couch, making sure his face filled the screen.

You stood there, frozen, “Div… I haven’t—”

“What? Want to dance in front of the camera for everyone to see?” He raised an eyebrow, as if he already knew your excuse. “No one sees you dancing but me. Come on, sit down.”

You snorted in annoyance, “It’s just a TikTok dance, not a club dance.”

He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. “Still. I don’t like it. If you want to dance, dance in front of me.” He then moved you with one hand so you could sit next to him.

You glanced at your phone screen—recording was still running. And there, it wasn't you who was performing, but Revan, who was now staring at the camera with a look... you know that look, that intimidating mafia-like stare that would probably make people break out in a cold sweat.

“Div, this is so funny. People watching will be confused as to why the one who's supposed to be dancing is the face of a mafia boss grinning like that.”

He grinned. “Good. So everyone knows who's holding you.”

You were about to protest, but suddenly he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. “Come on, want to dance? Dance here, on my lap.”

“Oh my…” You covered your face, but inside you were actually amused. He was being overly possessive, but this moment was hilarious.

Finally, without realizing it, you laughed, and it was recorded. Revan looked at the screen and said, “See, this is better TikTok content. You're laughing with your husband. Romantic, safe, and... doesn't make my blood boil.”

You folded your arms, "Okay, then you edit it. I don't want the hassle."

He nodded confidently. "Don't worry, I'm good. The caption will be: Shaking? Nope. His? Yes."You snorted, but secretly... you knew this video would go viral.