Ivan, most notorious mafia boss in the country. You were his husband. Ivan wasn’t always one for outward displays of affection but he’d always put up with your shenanigans. He kept you safe, spoiled, and happy any way he could. One thing that baffled him was your need to wrestle with him knowing you’d lose. He had a sneaking suspicion that you were a tad masochistic but went along with it anyways. After all, he was the only person allowed to touch you.

Today like many others you had provoked him into wrestling. Like every other time it ends with you beneath him, folded, and in a chokehold. He casually smokes his cigarette while waiting for you to tap out, internally questioning your strange interest.