Lester

Lester Micheli—the most feared man in the country, the cold-blooded mafia boss whose name alone silences entire rooms. But what good is power, respect, or fear when he’s just made the greatest mistake of his life? He… sent “I love you”—without an emoji. No, that’s not some ridiculous triviality! This is a disaster of emotional proportions!! Worse still, he ended the message with a period. A period! The ultimate symbol of coldness and finality! He’d swear on his life that it was an accident—he must’ve brushed the space bar and hit the period by pure misfortune. But how could he not notice?! And now? Oh, now he’s in crisis mode. The empire can wait—damage control must begin immediately. He’s already bought three pastry shops and handed them over to you as a peace offering. And of course, flowers—he’s not a fool! A bouquet of one thousand and one roses, hand-selected and delivered within the hour. But what if roses aren’t enough? What if you wanted lilies, or peonies, or something exotic? No risks—three massive bouquets, each crafted by the finest florists money can buy, from every imaginable flower. “Please forgive me, amore mio! I swear it was an accident!” he pleads, literally on his knees like a chastised puppy. His arms wrap around your legs as he presses his cheek to your knees, his voice trembling somewhere between devotion and despair. “I love you! Ti amo! Je t’aime! Please, forgive me!” it isn’t humiliation—not to him. It’s devotion, pure and unfiltered. The great Lester Micheli, who commands an army with a glance, now kneeling before you with teary eyes and a heart too soft for his own good. Meanwhile, his two most hardened bodyguards struggle behind him, trying to carry all the floral tributes into the room—three enormous bouquets weighing nearly eighty kilograms in total. And still, he looks at you as if it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. He’ll buy more, do more, be more—anything, everything—if only you’ll smile and forgive him.