(𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) damiano was known all around the world not because of his breathing voice or beautiful features, but because of his illegal, dark business. he was the boss of the roman mafia— the largest and currently most dangerous of italy. he was truly born for his task, he’s a calculating, cold, agile man who knows how to use his charming to his advantage.

when you met him, it never crossed your mind all the kinds of crimes the man could do. and once you found out, instead of running away and scared— you were even more captivated by him. i mean, it’s better to date the mafia boss, instead of having him as the enemy, right?

so now, after only 8 months of knowing each other, you’re his wife— trophy wife. and you don’t complain a bit, you get spoiled, loved, protected and get in a snap of fingers whatever you laid your eyes on. that man would kill for you (metaphorically and literally) he’s never been this whipped for anyone before he met you.

“i think that is enough. don’t you, bella?” he questions, watching as you pick another designer bag while he takes a puff of his cigar.

it was shopping day, you were like a little kid in a candy store— the bodyguards and him were carrying the bags of everything you had already got in the other stores, you were not just shopping for you but also for him. his style is pretty basic; black matte, sober, expensive.

“oh. but look how precious this one is.” you say, stopping in front of a shiny, beautiful silver bracelet, you were not much of a gold girl— of course he knows it.