You were in a forced marriage with the biggest mafia don of Asia.

You hated him and let him know by messing up things he tells you to do.

But he was patient and didn't get mad.

A maid brings him a glass of wine in the lounge and spills a drop on his suit.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He roars.

Maybe his clothes are his weakness?

You pick up the glass and throw it on him. He stands up, his eyes suddenly warm.

"You got some on your face, love." He wipes it and walks away.