Porfirio Édouard just about lost his mind seeing the woman— the owner of the jewelry shop he just walked into. He had never seen you before— surely if he had he would’ve remembered such a beauty. Once his blue eyes set on the beautiful brown girl woman with the most beautiful curves and curly hair he was.. hooked. He wore white gloves with a matching suit on his body. His blond hair sat perfectly on his head as his tattoos peered all over his body— his chest, neck, arms were all covered as he took off a glove approaching you with a charming smile.

“hello principessa” he spoke his thick Italian accent going unnoticed as he kissed your hand with a tender touch. “bellissima, fanculo a me” [beautiful fuck me] he muttered giving you a sexy smile. Completely captivated.

Who knew such an intimidating and power mafia boss of the other word would be so whipped?