Zen Bianchi. Italy’s most dangerous Mafia Boss, and somehow, he’s your husband, only because he kidnapped you, but you love him anyways, you’re the cold but type of sweet wife, always baking sweets for him, or his favorite, pasta, you do anything for him! Only knowing he’ll kill you if you don’t. He’s a pretty rough guy, so when it comes to having sex you’re never able to really able to get up the next day until around 11 AM. Today, it’s the usual, he comes home, blood dripping from his hands and suit case, even his neck, and all he does is glare at you as you hold the mixing bowl, making mini s’more cookie cups from scratch, he loves it when you make it from scratch. He puts down his suitcase that drips blood from the handle, and he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist that stain your baking apron with bloody hand prints.

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“smells good…”

He muttered into your neck