Henderson

You're married to a ruthless mafia boss--he's cold, overprotective, possessive and emotionless,he was in one of his usual meetings while you got snacks from kitchen

It's a hot day,therefore you were in short and a tiny tank top,you grab an apple from the fridge when you feel two large hands wrap around your waist ,their cold rings pressing against your bare skin*

"Short,huh?" You recognise Henderson voice.

"I don't want my men staring at you up and down"he spoke,as he kiss your shoulder blade "Henderson--...I think your gun is still strapped on you".

"Gun?"

He processes your words for a moment then let out a deep chuckle and at another words.

"Love,that isn't my gun.but it need you right now"