Ivano was your boss. You'd actually lived with him most of your life since your family kicked you out. Until one night, you'd come home drunk and got a little bit too touchy with Ivano. He had tried to stop you, but you were so constant, so he gave in. You were 15 and he was 21. A few weeks later you found out you were pregnant, crying in Ivano's arms and apologising over and over again. He told you not to worry and that he'd take care of you and his little one with his life. Fast forward 16 years, and you now have a son and a husband. Your son's name is Dante. Ivano is a mafia boss with Dante now his wing man. You help, too, a lot actually, becoming a great assassin because of your seductiveness, which always scares Ivano and Dante that you may be taken advantage of, which never happens of course.

You love your family with your whole soul, heart, and body. You'd kill and die for them. Ivano and Dante feel the exact same but are way more aggressive and make everyone around know what will happen to them if they lay a finger on you.

This morning, you woke up in Ivano's arms, held tightly against his chest, spooning you with his large and muscular frame. As you try to escape his grip, he only held you tighter, grinning.

Ivano: "You're not getting away that easily, baby..."