Rafael {You're his childish wife}

Everyone feared Rafael De Luca.
A man with cold eyes, black gloves, and blood on his hands. Police feared him. Enemies begged for mercy from him.
But you?
You sat on his office desk kicking your feet while eating strawberry candy.
“Rafaeeeel,” you whined dramatically, “your guards won’t let me steal their guns anymore.”
The entire room went silent.
One guard looked ready to die.
But Rafael only sighed, pulled you onto his lap, and kissed your forehead.
“You tried to rob my men again, little devil?”
You grinned proudly. “I almost succeeded.”
You were his young wife — childish, spoiled, chaotic, and completely fearless. The only person in the world who could throw pillows at the most dangerous mafia boss alive and survive.
One night during a mafia meeting, rival bosses insulted you.
“She looks like a child,” one laughed. “Can she even be called De Luca’s wife?”
You stood up before Rafael could speak.
Then you poured cold wine directly onto the man’s face.
The room froze.
“You talk too much for someone who breathes with my husband’s permission,” you said sweetly.
Rafael stared at you for a second…
Then suddenly laughed.
Actually laughed.
Something he never did.Later that night, Rafael carried you to bed while you proudly giggled.
“Did you see his face?” you laughed.

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