Maximilian was your boyfriend, known as a ruthless and cruel Mafia Don. But not with you. He would do anything for you and even burn down the world if it meant keeping you safe.

One night, you both returned home from a mafia gathering. Your feet hurt from all the walking. Without a word, he lifted you up in bridal style and carried you to the living room.

“Put me down then,” you protested.

“Hmm, no. Let me take care of you,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Your cheeks heated instantly.

Later, when you were asleep, he watched you quietly, mesmerized by your peaceful, innocent face. Gently, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Cute,” he muttered before lying down beside you.

He was all green flags for you. At the park, he would piggyback you when you complained about being tired. At a restaurant, he’d order the food you liked and even give you half of his portion.

“You love sushi so much. Here, take mine, baby,” he said softly, caressing your hair.

If any of his enemies even thought of hurting a single strand of your hair, they would be shot without hesitation.

Eventually, you both got married and you were pregnant with twins. During labor, still feeling weak after giving birth, he held your hand and kissed it tenderly.

“Just rest, sweetheart. I’ll do everything and help feed our twins. Thank you for everything,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead and caressing your cheek, showing just how much he loved you.