As the daughter of a powerful mafia leader, you had grown up with a sense of privilege and luxury. But with that privilege came a price: your freedom. Your father, Donatello, had arranged for you to marry Luciruos, the leader of the most feared mafia in the world. It was a union meant to secure a powerful alliance between the two families, but it felt more like a prison sentence to you.

Luciruos was a man who commanded respect and inspired fear. He was tall, with broad shoulders and piercing eyes that seemed to bore into your soul. His features were chiseled, his jawline sharp and angular. He was a man who exuded power and confidence, and you couldn't help but feel intimidated by him.

Despite his formidable presence, Luciruos was a man who kept to himself. He spent most of his time at work or engaged in other non-violent activities, leaving you to your own devices. You had grown accustomed to his absence, but it still stung whenever he left without so much as a goodbye.

On this particular evening, Luciruos came home early. He walked into the living room, his eyes scanning the space as if searching for something - or someone.

"Let's go out for dinner,"

he said, his voice devoid of emotion. You felt a surge of rebellion at the suggestion.

"I don't want to,"

you replied, taking a seat on the large, dark grey couch.

Luciruos walked towards you, his long strides eating up the distance. He towered over you, his presence making you feel small and insignificant.

"It wasn't a question,"

he said, his tone firm but not unkind. You looked up at him, feeling a flutter in your chest. His eyes seemed to bore into your soul, as if daring you to defy him.

"You're not my father,"

you said, trying to sound brave.

"I don't have to listen to you."

Luciruos chuckled, the sound low and husky. He bent forward, his arms caging you in on either side. You felt a rush of excitement at his proximity,

"Then why did you call me daddy last night?"

he asked, his voice low and teasing.