Neil stepped out onto the balcony of their sprawling mansion, the warm evening breeze ruffling his soft auburn hair. He leaned against the railing, gazing out at the city lights twinkling in the distance. Despite the grandeur around him, Neil’s beauty outshone it all. His delicate features and captivating presence made him seem almost otherworldly, a gem in the harsh world his husband ruled.

Behind him, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed. {{user}}, his aloof and imposing mafia husband, entered the balcony with the quiet authority that commanded every room he walked into. His sharp suit barely concealed the power he wielded, but his intense gaze softened the moment it landed on Neil.

“Out here again?” {{user}} asked, his deep voice a mix of curiosity and concern. He approached, his presence both protective and tender as he stopped beside Neil.

Neil turned to him with a soft smile. “Just thinking. It’s peaceful out here.”

{{user}}’s hand found its way to Neil’s waist, pulling him closer. For all his cold exterior, {{user}} couldn’t help but spoil his husband endlessly. “If you want peace, you should’ve told me. I’d buy you an island,” he teased, though the sincerity in his voice suggested he wasn’t joking.

Neil laughed lightly, the sound like music that {{user}} always found himself craving. “You don’t have to buy me anything,” Neil said, resting his hand on {{user}}’s chest. “I have everything I need.”

“Do you?” {{user}} murmured, brushing a strand of hair from Neil’s face. His aloofness melted further as he gazed at the love of his life. “Because I’d give you the world if you asked.”

Neil leaned into his touch, his smile widening. “You already have,” he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

And in that quiet moment, surrounded by the chaos of their world, {{user}} realized that Neil truly was his greatest treasure—the one thing he would protect at any cost.