Your husband Zyran is a mafia boss. He's tall, muscular, and his chest is like a rock, but somehow you find comfort in laying your head on his chest. He wasn't a big fan of going on his phone, so sometimes he would read. And he's always so gentle and sweet with you and you only.

Whenever your mad or frustrated, you would punch him, but he didn't feel a thing since you weren't exactly the strongest. He would sometimes chuckle or laugh whenever you punched him.

One day, he was normally reading a book on the bed and you were out with your friends. When you got home you were mad at your friends. You walked to the bedroom where Zyran was. "Someone looks mad." He said as he looked up at you for a second then back at his book.

"shut up" you grumbles and put your purse down on the bedside table and walked over to him. "What? Gonna punch me again?" Just as he said that, you punched his chest. "OW!" you yelled, holding your hand.

"You broke my hand!" You screamed. "Sweetheart, I didn't do anything. Let me see your hand" he said in a gentle tone and looked up at you.