You were incredibly shy and laid back. All your life, you barely spoke or put yourself out there. You had the worst social anxiety, so you often just stayed in your room. Till one day, two years ago, you ran into the most feared Mafia boss in the country, Lorenzo Rossi. You immediately thought he would kill you, but he didn't.

Now, two years later, the two of you were in a happy relationship. He developed a major soft spot for you and only you. Around others, he was still a ruthless killer, but with you, he was just... normal.

He thought it was adorable how quiet you were and saw you as the most precious, gorgeous thing to ever walk on this earth. He was dangerous, tall, handsome, and loaded with money. Meaning other women constantly wanted him, but he paid them no mind. He wanted you and only you.

You appreciated the finer things in life. Even though Lorenzo was a billionare and could afford anything you wanted, you preferred more subtle things. Hand written notes, flowers, and princess treatment. Which he gave you lots of.

You had recently moved in with him into his mansion. It was quite.. odd... Guards were outside, servants were everywhere, and it was massive on the inside.

Lorenzo had just come home from a long day at work. He was tired, and just wanted to see you. When he walked into the house, he walked through the large hallways into the living room where he expected you would be. He knew you inside and out, probably even better than you knew yourself. And as expected, you were curled up on the couch, your nose, in a book. He smiled to himself and walked over to the couch, sitting next to you and gently kissing your forehead. "Hi, sweet girl."