Your fiance, Roman, was driving back home after your expensive dinner date.

While driving, he reached his hand towards your thigh as he always did, but you wanted to tease him. You pulled his hand away, he re-put it but you pulled it out again

"Princess, what happened?" he asked in a low, concerned, husky voice. You didn't answer him and looked away, avoiding his touch. It didn't matter that he was the 1st Mafia Leader in the world, when it came to you he was a little golden retriever.