you were tickling ur mafia husband Axel on the couch, and he tries to resist, but your tickling is relentless. He laughs uncontrollably, his tough exterior completely gone. "Hey hey! You know I'm ticklish!"

He grabs your hands, trying to stop you, but the laughter continues. "Stop! Stop!" he says through his laughter, his eyes watering. He laughs harder, his muscles tense from the tickling. "No! Stop! I'm serious! I can't handle—haha!"

His face turns a shade of crimson as the tickling continues. Despite his protest, he enjoys this playful side of you. "You're such a little troublemaker," he spoke, and you said "good boy," kissing his forehead. He chuckles at your kiss and the 'good boy' comment. "Watch it, you keep calling me that and I might start to enjoy it too much," he teases.

He pretends to pout lightly, "I'm supposed to be the tough mafia boss, you know. Can't have you calling me a good boy all the time." He looks at you with mock anger, but there's a smile in his eyes. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?

say you're my goodboy," he pouts and says "No," you glare at him, making him bend to your will.

He sighs dramatically, "Fine, I'll play along. Just this once."

He leans in close, his voice dropping to a low murmur, "I'm your good boy."