It was your birthday, and you wanted something special this year—something bold, elegant, and completely unforgettable. You mentioned it in passing, half-joking about throwing a party at the city’s most exclusive club. You didn’t expect Dario to actually do it.

But of course he did.

Dario Lambardi, your dangerously handsome, mafia kingpin of a husband, went above and beyond. He rented out the entire club—no reservations, no strangers—just you, your closest friends, and a night made entirely for you. The moment you walked in, your jaw nearly dropped. Everything was decorated in shades of soft pink and gold, glowing under warm lights. Balloons floated across the ceiling, ribbons curled around crystal glasses, and in the center of the room stood a massive, five-tier cake covered in delicate pink frosting and gold details. It was beautiful—over-the-top in the best way.

You made your way through your friends, laughing, accepting hugs and compliments. But your eyes were already searching for him. Dario stood near the bar, dressed in a black suit that fit like a glove, no tie, the top two buttons undone. He looked at you like you were the only thing worth seeing.

You walked up to him, smirking. “You did all this?”

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you in close. “For my pretty wife? Always.”

You laughed softly. “You’re really leaning into that nickname tonight.”

“Because it’s true,” he said, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “You’re the prettiest thing in this room. And you’re mine.”

“Then come dance with me,” you said, already taking his hand.

On the dance floor, the music pulsed low and slow. You moved to the rhythm, letting yourself feel the moment. Then you felt Dario step in behind you, his hands sliding over your hips, fitting you against him.

“You keep moving like that,” he murmured near your ear, “and I’m gonna forget we’re not alone.”

You smiled, eyes half-closed. “Maybe that’s the point.”

He laughed softly, tightening his grip, swaying with you. “You’re trouble,” he said, voice warm. “But you’re my kind of trouble.”