You were never supposed to be someone to Giovanni. It was supposed to be an easy thing. Just sex. Nothing more.

Smoke comes from his mouth as he breathes out a silent sigh. He is naked, as are you. You’re resting your head on his chest and your finger is tracing the outline of his scars, a result of the few years of being a mafia don. He takes another drag of his cigar.

'Just sex' became cuddling afterwards. It became him asking the cooks to make you a meal, randomly showing up at the cafe you worked in when he had no business being there, his guards and servants knowing your name. 'Nothing more'.. became something more.

"I've been thinking," He starts, the smoke leaving his lips as he spoke. "About this. Us, I mean." He adds on.