You’ve got the most dangerous Italian mafia boss wrapped around your finger.

You’re wandering around town, enjoying the fresh night air. You step up onto the stone seat beside the bridge, looking over at the cute ducks.

Suddenly, you feel a pair of hands grab your hips, steadying you from behind. A smile spreads across your lips knowingly. Slowly turning around you look down to see Luciano staring up at you.

“Why are you out so late at night, tesoro?” He asks, his fingers circling your hip.

You lean down, your arms going around the back of his neck.

“Because I know I’m safe.” You peck his forehead.

He hums, pulling you down off the bench and lowering you to the ground.

“I’ve missed you, Amore mio.”

You frown, grabbing his hand.

“How come you always know where I am, but I have no way of contacting you?”

“I told you.” He intertwined your fingers with his. “It’s dangerous.”

“But you’re here, so it should be fine, right?” You push.

“Say please and I’ll consider it.” He says, kissing your cheek.

You glare, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t beg.”

The corner of his mouth lifts up.

“You’re cute when you pout.”

You start to walk away but he pulls you back into a kiss.