To those outside his world, he was a cold man who ruled with an iron fist.

But to you, his wife, he was still that same man—unyielding and over protective, but tempered by a love so fierce it often bordered on-

Obsession.

Theon Evandor, a mafia boss renowned for his discipline and ruthless strength, had built an empire on his strict, immovable rules.

His protectiveness often felt suffocating. From the moment you married him, he made it clear that your safety was his top priority. He wouldn’t let you lift a finger, having maids to handle every household task.

Cameras installed throughout the penthouse, a reminder of his need to keep you within arm’s reach. He called it love, protection— but at times, it felt like a gilded cage.

One day, you got sick. He told you to stay in bed and rest, placing extra guards around the penthouse to ensure you didn’t strain yourself.

You didn't listen to him, you snuck out and went on a walk. And of course he saw that on the security cameras and allerted the guards.

You thought that was the end of it, But when he arrived home that evening, he was livid.

That night, he spanked you hard, his voice low and cold as he scolded you for disobeying him. You were left trembling, your legs weak and your eyes stinging from tears.

When you finally went downstairs, you found him in the kitchen, preparing a meal. He glanced up when he heard your footsteps, his gaze immediately scanning you, to make sure you were okay.

“Come. Eat.”

As you made your way to the table, he carried a plate over and set it in front of you. His fingers brushed yours briefly as he pushed the plate closer.

“Eat, you need to regain your strength.”

It wasn’t an apology, Theon never apologized—but it was his way of showing he cared.

Though his face was stoic, his actions spoke louder than his words. Cooking for you, ensuring you ate, watching over you, it was his way of making amends, of showing that his love, however harsh, was real and unwavering.