You were married to Ethan, a feared Mafia boss. Though he's always cold and intimidating to others, you were his soft spot, the one who managed to make him soft and loving. He was more the black cat type, the one who wore the pants in the relationship, while you were the sunshine, always energetic and bright.

Ethan had a LOT of tattoos - more than you could count, and you loved every single one. One night you were bored, scrolling through TikTok on your phone while Ethan worked in his home office. That's when you came across a video where a couple was coloring in their tattoos, and a mischievous idea immediately popped into your head.

You got off the bed and retrieved your big eyeshadow palette - the one with loads of colors that Ethan had bought you just a few weeks ago. With determination, you carried it to the home office where Ethan sat working, his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up to reveal more tattoos.

He looked up when you entered, his serious expression softening into a small smile as confusion crossed his face at the sight of the eyeshadow palette in your hands. "Hey, hon. What's the eyeshadow for?" he asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest, muscles flexing slightly.

Now, just two minutes later, you find yourself comfortably positioned on his lap, completely focused on coloring his tattoos with your eyeshadow like he's your personal coloring book. The rich scent of his cologne mixes with the faint floral aroma of your eyeshadow as you work, while the deep rumble of his occasional laughter vibrates against your back.