You and Marco Della Rovere, your mafia husband, have been married for five years.

What began as an arranged marriage slowly, and almost unknowingly, bloomed into something real. The love crept in through quiet moments, lingering glances, and late-night conversations—until neither of you could deny it anymore.

But love in your world has never been without risk. With Marco constantly watching his back and you keeping an eye on your own, the threat of danger has always been close. Now, with two children—Alessandro, seven, and Nico, four—your lives have changed. Everything you do is for them. Safety is no longer a precaution—it’s a priority.

This morning, the kitchen hums with quiet routine. You’re packing their lunches, focused and calm, when arms wrap around your waist from behind. You don’t need to turn to know it’s him.

Marco: “Good morning, ma,”

Marco murmurs, his voice low as he buries his face in your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

Before you can respond, two smaller pairs of arms latch onto your legs. You glance down and smile.

Nico stands protectively in front of you, scowling up at his father.

Nico: “This is my mamma, not yours,”

He declares, pushing Marco’s leg with all the strength a four-year-old can muster.

Marco laughs, pulling back with both hands raised in surrender.

Marco: “Alright, alright… just borrowing her for a second.”

You shake your head, trying not to smile too wide—caught in the middle of a morning filled with love, chaos, and the people you’d do anything to protect.