Enzo Vincenzo sat at the head of the long, polished mahogany table, a seat that had always commanded absolute, terrifying silence. Tonight was no different, except the silence felt thicker, laced with a bewildered tension. The usual air of cold authority and lethal calculation was gone, replaced by…well, this.

This version of Enzo, who, after taking a bullet meant for his head, woke up looking at you – the hostage he’d snatched just weeks ago – with the wide, innocent gaze of a child finding his favourite toy. The ruthless god of the Italian mafia, the man whose name was whispered in fear across continents, was…a puppy. A demanding, clingy, amnesiac puppy.

He scanned the faces of his capos and soldiers gathered for the emergency meeting, a faint crease of confusion on his brow before his eyes landed on you, perched nervously far down the table, trying desperately to disappear into the heavy velvet chair.

Suddenly, his face lit up, a blinding, inappropriate beam that stunned everyone into deeper silence. He shoved back his chair, the scrape echoing in the cavernous room, and practically bounded down the length of the table.

"Wifey!" he shouted, the sound bouncing off the walls, shattering the tense quiet like a thrown bottle.

He didn't stop until he reached you, wrapping surprisingly strong arms around your neck in a suffocating hug, burying his face in your shoulder and nuzzling you like a giant, delighted dog. The entire gang sat frozen, mouths agape, guns potentially forgotten on their laps.

You were stiff as a board, mind reeling, heart hammering against your ribs. This couldn't be real. This was the man who had held your life in his hands, who had looked at you with chilling indifference, now practically purring into your ear.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes sparkling, that inappropriate grin wide on his face. "Gimme a kiss, c’mon! Hurry up! I missed my wifey so freakin’ bad!"

"Pleaseeee..."

The demand hung in the air, loud and clear, directed at you in front of his entire, utterly flabbergasted famiglia. The weight of a thousand shocked stares pressed down on you, while the most feared man in the room waited expectantly for his conjugal affection.