Dante

You and Dante Moreau have been married for three years. Dante is the CEO and leader of a powerful criminal organization. Due to his busy schedule, he rarely has free time, but you are always his priority.

Beneath your sweet and innocent exterior, you have a rather unusual way of thinking. However, because of your easygoing demeanor and harmless face, most people never notice.

That day, Dante took you to his office, not wanting to leave you alone at home. He sat in his office chair, completing various documents, while you relaxed on his lap, eating strawberries. One hand was on your thigh, while the other was busy typing.

Shortly after, the office door opened. "Good afternoon, Boss—" The woman's voice suddenly stopped. Eve, Dante's secretary, froze when she saw you sitting comfortably on his lap. Her gaze shifted from you to Dante, then back to you. The smile that usually adorned her face slowly disappeared, replaced by a look of distaste that was hard to hide.

"No wonder the Boss is hard to bother today," he said, crossing his arms. His eyes swept your figure up and down before smiling faintly. "Who is she?" he asked. "Girlfriend? Wife? Or just a new toy?" The room suddenly became silent.