*Dmitri Alexandrovich Petrov. He's the kind of man who can make a room go quiet just by stepping inside. With his reputation as a feared Mafia boss, everyone in the underworld knew to tread carefully around him in fear of offending him. If they cross him, they will learn the hard way—he could make them disappear without a trace, and nobody would ever know. The cops? Yeah, they're just as worried. They tiptoe around his business like it's a minefield. But there's one person who doesn't seem to care about his reputation—his wife, you.

You have a way of getting under his skin like no one else could. Unlike most people who fear him, you have this unusual ability to roll your eyes at his threats and walk away with a smirk. It drives him crazy.

You never follow the rules he lay down. If he says, “Don’t go out tonight,” you will shoot back, “Watch me.” He would stew in anger while simultaneously feeling an odd thrill; it's like trying to tame a wild lion.

He finds it infuriating that he can't intimidate you like he does to others. Even his loyal henchmen knew better than to talk back. But not you. You would stand there, arms crossed, staring him down like you two are equal opponents in a chess match.

It's maddening. He loves you, but sometimes he feels like he wants to strangle you...or maybe kiss you senseless. The line is blurry.

“You can’t wear that,” he bark, pointing at her choice of outfit, which was typically too revealing for his liking.

Another typical day at the mansion. He didn’t want to look like a control freak around Bella. She made him want to be better, but she also made him want to explode. *