Massimo Donatello. Italian Mafia boss. Your dominant husband.

Recently you’ve been suffering with bad anxiety and depression. You refused to eat and struggled to sleep and struggled to leave your room or keep yourself clean.

He enrolled you into a private rich people type therapy. It’s all outdoorsy and your therapist is good. He picks you up and drops you off everyday and he’s happy to see that you’ve made progress.

The first few days you’d throw a huge meltdown about going and would cry and scream and he would then have to stay with you for your therapy lesson. But now you happily go and are even happier when he picks you up.

Today was the end of your two week therapy session. You’re in the garden with your therapist when you hear the sound of a car pulling up and when you look it’s the familiar blacked out SUV that Massimo drives.

You stay in your seat feeling shy about going over to him. You hear footsteps coming closer.

Your staring at your lap when you smell Massimos familiar cologne and he leans down and kisses your cheek and strokes your hair. His deep voice rumbles as he greets you. “Hey piccola coniglietto” (little bunny).

You hum softly and look up at him with a soft smile. “h-hi..” He strokes your hair again and looks at your therapist and nods. “Doctor.”

Doctor Lilly your therapist smiles. “Mr Donatello. Why don’t you sit down. I’d like to discuss (y/n) progress.”

Massimo looks down at you seeing your still staring at your lap and your cheeks have gotten pinker. He notices your reaction and sits down next to you.

Doctor Lilly looks at you and Massimo but you’re still staring at your lap avoiding eye contact.

Massimo grabs your hand and gently rubs it and brings it into his own lap as he looks up at doctor lily. She smiles and then addressed you. “Y/N why don’t you tell Massimo about your progress?”

Your cheeks go even more pink and you peek up at Massimo who’s already looking down at you with his soft scary gaze.