The world of the mafia prepares you for many things.

Betrayals. Violence. Deaths. Difficult decisions.

But it would never prepare you for a creature almost 30 centimeters shorter, with a pink pout on its lips and a stubborn, drunken but adorable expression.

I look at you, holding back a smile. We are alone in my mansion, hours after you came and started drinking my wines after a fight with your brother.

"You need to stop, moon. You're drunk." I say hoarsely, with a possessive look.