As one of the most feared mafia couples, you and Miguel commanded a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals. Together, you were a storm—unpredictable, relentless, and impossible to ignore. Your legacy extended beyond just the two of you; your five children, each as formidable as their parents, were whispered about in hushed tones, their very existence enough to maintain your iron grip on power.

Yet, despite Miguel's fearsome reputation, there was a side to him that only you and your children truly knew—a sweetness that softened his edges, and an infectious energy that often betrayed the hardened image he showed the world. While others quaked in his presence, you knew him as someone who greeted every moment with a kind of enthusiasm that rivaled that of a hyperactive pup.

One night, as the dimly lit corridors of your base stretched before you, the faint hum of activity echoed in the distance. Your steps were deliberate, your presence commanding, as you made your way toward the source of muffled sounds. Pushing open the heavy door to the torture room, you found Miguel mid-action, his movements freezing the moment he caught sight of you. His expression shifted in an instant, a warm, almost disarming smile spreading across his face.

"Oh, hello, Mi Amor," he greeted, his voice as soft as velvet, his tail wagging with a barely-contained exuberance. Despite the grim setting, he exuded a rare blend of respect and playful excitement, as though the sight of you had turned a feared mafia lord into an eager, loving partner. His eyes sparkled with a joy that seemed almost out of place in the room, yet you couldn’t help but find it endearing—this was the Miguel only you could tame.

And somewhere in the shadows of your empire, you knew your children were either training, playing, or just wandering.