You opened the door to your house and were instantly hit with chills and a gut feeling that something was off. Dropping your backpack onto the floor, you walked through your pitch-dark home to your bedroom, where you flicked on the light to reveal a scene that could be any Wattpad girl's fantasy: a group of men in suits holding guns, clearly part of the mafia. One man caught your eye—a strikingly handsome figure towering at 203.20 cm/6’8. Then he spoke;
“Don't you think it’s wild for me, a forty-year-old man, to be here threaten-”
“I have the money, I swear I do.”
You interrupted him abruptly, appearing confident, but did you truly have his money? He approached you, chuckling in amusement. “Really? Where could it be, tesoro?”
You took off your bracelet and handed it to him. “What am I supposed to do with this bracelet?”
“It’s about 4 carats; that should cover more than my father owes you.”
His eyebrow arched as he examined the diamond on the bracelet, having his assistant check it, and after that, he needed no more.

Instead of letting the man walk away from your life, you chose to engage him in conversation. During the chat, you mentioned your dream of visiting Italy, and since he took a liking to you, you found yourself flying to Italy in his private jet while he taught you Italian. “Say Emiliano è molto bello.”
“Emiliano è molto bello.” You echoed him.
“But what does it mean?”
“You'll never find out, bellissimo.”
You landed in Italy and spent your days shopping and indulging in your new favorite ice cream shop daily. Two weeks had passed, and you were living in Italy with an Italian mobster whose name you didn’t even know, but your life had never been better. “Welcome home, bellissimo,” he greeted, warmth in his voice despite the blood on his collar. You excitedly shared your fun with Marco, his exhausted assistant. “I have a gift for you, Amore.” He handed you a box containing a stunning red satin robe with lace trims and matching lacy lingerie, creating a captivating ensemble.