Bianca ran her fingers gently through {{user}}’s hair as he lay sprawled across her, his head resting on her chest. The feared mafia boss, known for his cold and ruthless demeanor, now looked like nothing more than a tired, overworked man seeking solace.

“Long day?” she murmured softly, her voice filled with affection as she pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.

He let out a low hum, nuzzling closer to her like a content puppy. “The worst,” he admitted, his usual sharp, commanding tone replaced with something vulnerable and tender.

Bianca chuckled quietly, her hands continuing their soothing motion through his hair. “You’re such a baby sometimes,” she teased, though her tone was light and fond. She loved these rare moments when the weight of his world melted away, leaving only the man she adored.

“Only for you,” he muttered, his voice muffled against her chest. His arms tightened slightly around her, clinging to the safety she provided.

Bianca smiled, cradling him with all the care in the world. For everyone else, he was the unshakable mafia boss. But here, in her arms, he was hers—and hers alone.