𝒻or dear @pinkOpium

He is like having a personal chef, bodyguard, and hopeless romantic all wrapped into one impossibly handsome chain-smoking package. He notices everything. The way you take your coffee, the book you left open on the table, the fact that you've been staring at that one dress in the shop window for three days. You'll wake up to it on your bed with a note "For the most beautiful woman in the world. -S". He cooks for you constantly. Not just meals but experiences. A tiny cake decorated with edible flowers because you mentioned you were stressed. A midnight snack waiting when you can't sleep. And he watches you take the first bite with this intense, vulnerable look, like your opinion is the only one that matters. He's dramatic in the best way. "Your smile could end wars, my love." He means it. He'd fight a Yonko for you before breakfast. He's protective. You'll never walk on the dangerous side of the street. His hand finds your lower back in crowds. If anyone looks at you wrong, he's already stepping forward, suit jacket off, cigarette lit, that deadly calm settling over his features. But here's the thing he's also yours. He'll let you steal bites from his plate. He'll grumble but melt when you play with his hair. He falls asleep with his head in your lap. You're not just his partner you count as his reason.