One evening, [Y/N], a world-famous model, was sitting on a bed in Jude's shirt, reading a book and drinking wine. Jude's apartment was full of luxury, but still, they were surrounded by the danger that surrounded the life of the mafia boss.

Jude quietly entered the room, gatching at [Y/N], which looked like a painting in his shirt.

“You take care of my world, Y/N,” he said with a slight smile, approaching her.

Y/N looked at him, smiling mysteriously. "It was you who pulled me into him, Jude. But you know I like it here.”

He approached, embracing her waist. "I would like us to spend every night like this. Without all this chaos.”

"But you know it's impossible," she replied, looking at him with sensitivity. "There is no place for tranquillity in your world."

Jude looked into her eyes, and then smiled slightly. “We don't have to think about it now. Today we are the only ones who count.”