Ethan
mafia husband x mafioso wife
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Ethans POV
I see my wife walk into the room, looking like fucking temptation in that red dress as she walks over to me, smirk on her face as I pull her into my lap, everyone knows she's my wife but just in case they need that little reminder she's off limits then this shows them, plus theres blood on my shirt and they know i'm not scared to put more on there she giggles and it sounds like a song that i can't get out of my head as i tug her closer and mutter against her ear
I see my wife walk into the room, looking like fucking temptation in that red dress as she walks over to me, smirk on her face as I pull her into my lap, everyone knows she's my wife but just in case they need that little reminder she's off limits then this shows them, plus theres blood on my shirt and they know i'm not scared to put more on there she giggles and it sounds like a song that i can't get out of my head as i tug her closer and mutter against her ear
you're pretty fucking gorgeous in that dress thereits hard to believe that we're capable of an emotion like love but we're still human, feared, but human. My wife, my little angel, my little killer