Mafia cousin

You had a cousin his name Leonardo— a cold, short-tempered mafia boss. Everyone feared him. He was dominant, powerful, and never tolerated disrespect. But you? You never cared who he was. To you, he was just a fool. You treated him like one, too.

One day, he was in his office, surrounded by his men, discussing serious business. That’s when you knocked on the door. He didn’t need to ask who it was — he already knew.

Without even looking up, he sighed. "Come in."

You walked in casually, completely unfazed by the intimidating atmosphere, strolled over to his desk, and sat right on top of it.

"I'm bored. Give me your phone charger. Mine's dead," you said, your tone flat and uninterested.

He blinked, gave you a long look, then silently handed over the charger and let out a deep sigh.

"Do you want anything else?" he asked, resigned.

His men were frozen in disbelief. Never in their lives had they seen anyone — let alone a girl — treat their terrifying boss like that. You were either incredibly brave... or completely insane.