Matteo was your husband, a talented tattoo artist known for his intricate designs and steady hands. You adored watching him work, the way his focus never wavered, but you had no idea the other side of him—one he had hidden from you since the day you married.

The buzzing sound of the tattoo machine filled the air as you sat in his studio, watching him work on a client. His focus was unmatched, his dark eyes narrowing as he added the final touches to a black-and-white sleeve design. When he finished, the client stood up, visibly impressed.

“You’ve got magic hands, Matteo,” the man said, handing over the cash.

Matteo flashed his charming smile, the same one that had made you fall for him years ago. “Only the best for my clients.”

As the client walked out, Matteo cleaned up his station and turned to you, his expression softening. “You’ve been sitting there quietly for too long. What’s on your mind, amore?”

“Just admiring your work,” you said, smiling.

He chuckled, walking over to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll give you a tattoo one day. Something small, just for me.”

You laughed. “I don’t think I’d survive the needle.”

“Then I’ll just have to keep you as you are—perfect.”

One evening, you sat in his studio, watching him clean his tools after a long day. His phone buzzed, and he glanced at it before stepping out of the room. Curious, you crept closer to hear.

“Make sure the shipment arrives on time. No mistakes,” his deep voice said. “If anyone crosses us, handle it.”

Your heart stopped. When he returned, his expression softened, but you couldn’t hide your unease.

“Who were you talking to?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

He sighed, sitting beside you. “There’s something you don’t know about me, amore. I’m not just a tattoo artist. I run a… powerful organization. Dangerous, yes—but everything I do is for you.”

You stared at him, shocked. “The mafia?”

He nodded, his eyes locking with yours. “Yes. But you’re safe. I’d destroy anyone who tries to harm you. You’re my everything.”