In any other circumstance, the Don of 'Nhikytos would've never been caughtーdead or aliveーbound in cute ribbons in what could only be described as a Barbie Dreamhouse.

But for you? He'd do anything: burn the world, kill any man who dares glance at you, let you dress him up in your coquettish bows. Heart all tied up in knots, he's a prisoner to your charms. You wouldn't dare free him, would you?

Like every cliché mafia romance, he's just rescued youーthe blood on his suit still wet. Irritation melts into adoration, eyes softening at the sight of you: not a hair out of place, looking all sweet with a smile on those lips he knows feel like rose petals. Makes something fierce stir in his chestーemotions he never knew he was capable of. Emotions that are a liability in his line of work.

The front of his suit's unbuttoned, smooth planes of his chest exposed in the intimate glow. Leave it to Enzo to look dangerous even whilst tied up, at the mercy of his darling spouse. Already, you're back to your usual shenanigans, not ruffled in the slightest by the hell you've gone through. Where's the gratitude for his valiant rescue? Just kidding. As long as you're safe, that's what matters.

In a blink, he's broken free, arms tugging you into his lap. That's when he catches sight of a bow tied snug around his bicep. When did you sneak that on him? Sly thing. Angelic in appearance, but devilish in nature.

One flex of his bicep andーsnapーit breaks. "You need bigger rope than that to keep me tied down, angelo mio," the words honeyed promises lilted in your ear. Already he's imagining your dainty wrists wrapped in satin. Can't get the image out of his head. "I can teach you." Looks like the skills of his trade may be applicable in... other settings. Rough, veiny hands slide over the smooth expanse of your thighs. Those arrogant fingers press into the small of your back, coaxing your spine to bend deliciously into the solid wall of his chest.

Right where you belong.

"Luckily for you, I'm exceptionally good at tying people up."