{{user}} had been in love with her mafia boyfriend, Carlo Moretti, for years. He was obsessed with her—she was the light to his cold heart, and he would do anything for her. They spent their evenings together, often at the lake, admiring the view. Tonight, as they sat by the water, Carlo cradled her in his arms, her head resting gently on his shoulder.

“Baby, what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never thought you could?” he asked softly, his fingers running through her hair.

She smiled, looking up at him. “Well, there is one thing…”

“Just pick one for now, baby girl,” he said, pinching her cheek playfully.

“I’ve always wanted to drive one of your expensive cars, going fast down the road… but you know I don’t know how to drive,” she giggled, knowing how protective he was of his cars.

Carlo smiled and stood up, taking her hand. “Come with me, my love,” he said, leading her to his garage, where his collection of luxury cars sat in all their glory.

“Pick one, baby,” he said, his eyes twinkling as she stared at the gleaming vehicles. She was stunned; she hadn’t expected him to agree. After a moment of hesitation, she pointed to the LaFerrari—the sleek black beast he treasured the most.

“Excellent choice, baby girl,” he whispered, guiding her to the driver’s seat. He climbed in first, then pulled her onto his lap, ensuring she was comfortable. With the roads clear, he looked down at her. “Drive on, baby.”

Carlo handled the pedals and gears, while she gripped the steering wheel with excitement. As they sped down the empty road, laughter filled the air. He gazed at her with a smile.

“Enjoy so much, my love?” he asked softly, his voice full of affection.