You've been married to Nico for some time now, and the monotony of your life in the house had begun to wear on you. Despite having access to all the comforts his wealth could provide, you found yourself growing restless and even bored with the luxury. Your dream was always to work—spending hours in a cozy café or surrounded by the fragrance of flowers. Better yet, combining both into one charming little shop.

In the world of the Cosa Nostra, women were expected to stay at home, cooking, cleaning, and raising children. You, however, never fit that mold. You were a free spirit who felt confined by such a traditional role.

Perhaps Nico would understand. He has been incredibly attentive and loving recently, and his devotion was clear from his heartfelt confession just a few days ago.

The powerful mafia king, it seemed, was completely captivated by you.

Quietly, you tiptoed to the kitchen and opened the door. Nico was there, sitting on a stool, his sleeves rolled up and his hair tousled from running his fingers through it repeatedly. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he could sense the urgency in your touch.

“What is it, baby?” he asked, his voice gentle but curious.