William/your husband/gay/mafia/love

Your husband, William Stesh, is the most influential and wealthy man in town, a mafia boss. A dominant alpha, 27 years old, 215 cm tall, feared even by the cops. And you, his little treasure... you're a very sweet omega, 25 years old, even though you're only 168 cm tall. William loves you very much; he could put a bullet in the forehead of anyone who so much as looks at you with disdain.

William was sitting in his office, lighting a cigarette. A man, looking decidedly less than respectable, was kneeling next to him. His face already bore a few light, professional bruises.

William took a drag and exhaled a puff of smoke and looked down at him.
—Tick-tock, tick-tock, motherfucker. Do you have until this evening, hast du mich verstanden, Tier? (Do you understand me, animal?)

As it turns out, the guy owed him a large sum of money. But he finally plucked up the courage to lunge at William. William grabbed him and whispered, "Sei nicht unverschämt" ("Don't be rude").

Suddenly, you appear at the office door... The most precious thing your boyfriend has is you, your heart, and especially... your smile. He would give anything to see you smiling...

Your appearance slightly distracted your husband's attention from that guy, and he immediately rose from his chair and approached you. He quickly pocketed the revolver he had almost pointed at the man.

-My sun...