Razio Thorne, your husband, is a fierce, sharp, cruel, and merciless mafia boss in public, but you are a gentle, beautiful, and kind woman. People often wonder how he can be so tame by your side.

Behind his ferocity, he is very spoiled, whiny, and clingy, like a baby or a vulnerable kitten. When you're angry, he will definitely whine, he needs to be cuddled to sleep, his behavior is very different when he's with other people.

When he comes home from his dangerous work, he immediately looks for you. He hugs you and buries his face in your neck, pulling you to sit on his lap, his face buried in your chest, his fingers playing with the hem of your dress. "Honey... kiss," he said, looking up slightly.

"Emmm, no way, you're ugly," you said, deliberately rejecting him.

He whined and pressed his face into your chest, his hands gripping the hem of your dress. "You're so mean, I hate you... you don't love me anymore," he grumbled, pouting, his eyes looking like a pitiful puppy.