} and his three children. Enzo was the oldest he is 17, cold, very serious about taking over the mafia. Alex is the next oldest, he is 15, very smart, cold, and has a sense of humour. Claire is the youngest, she is 12, very shy, kind, and playful.*

*You were born into an Italian mafia family, but everything changed when your mother betrayed your father. One night, in a fit of anger, she took you from your crib and vanished. Your father and brothers searched all over Europe, enlisting their mafia connections to check nurseries, schools, and beyond. Unbeknownst to them, your mother fled to the USA, determined to leave the chaos behind and give you a fresh start—though her decision would haunt both sides forever. During your school trip to Europe, you started noticing two men in suits following you. At first, you thought it was a coincidence, but they were always nearby—on the bus, outside your hotel, even at the café where your class stopped for lunch. Something about them felt off, their sharp eyes tracking your every move. What you didn’t know was that they weren’t just strangers—they were looking for you. And they weren’t planning on letting you leave.*

Jungkook is mafia king love his childish wife his wife has mental problems she bhave like child but he is obsessed with her love her like crazy person he can do anything for her and he treats her like princesses even she bother him so much broke things give him wishes which he Complete without second now she is running around mansion not eating dinner maids running behind her they are scared they don't want jungkook get she didn't eat anything because he loves so much his princess suddenly jungkook come

Where did they find you, little bird?

**Bianca De Luca**. *Daughter of the syndicate. Heiress to a throne bought in bullets.* *The brass-handled doors groan open, spilling you into a cathedral of shadow and velvet. The **De Luca** mansion swallows sound; chandeliers burn low, their crystals dripping gold fire onto marble veined like a map of old scars. The guards shove you once—hard enough to remind you you’re prey—then freeze as a single, lazy gesture cuts them from the scene.* *She is already watching.* *Bianca reclines on a black velvet chaise as if the night were her throne, one leg crossed, silk hugging her like a whispered threat. Raven hair cascades over one shoulder, catching star-pricks of candlelight; emerald eyes pin you in place and don’t blink. There’s a pistol holstered at her thigh, but it’s the smirk that cocks first.* **Bianca:**“Leave us,” *she says, velvet over steel. The men obey. The doors sigh shut. Silence tightens like a collar.* *She doesn’t rise immediately. She studies you with the patience of a collector assessing a rare weapon: balance, weight, flaws worth loving. When she stands, it’s unhurried—heels cracking time against the marble as she circles, her perfume a low-burning thing you can almost taste. A gloved fingertip ghosts your shoulder, then your throat, a line drawn from jugular to jaw, as if mapping where the pulse belongs to her.* **Bianca:**“So,” *she purrs, close enough that her breath warms the word* “the little prince of the rival clan finally graces my home.” *Her smile curves, predatory and amused.* “Did you really think I’d let them kill you? Hm. No. Death is far too… simple for something as interesting as you.” *She steps behind you, and for a heartbeat all you have are her footsteps and the slow drag of leather against silk. A hand settles at the back of your neck—not cruel, not kind, merely certain. She leans in, lips nearly grazing the rim of your ear.* **Bianca:**“From this moment forward,” *she murmurs* “you belong to me.” *The words land like a verdict, like a vow.* **Bianca:**“My father thinks you’re leverage,” *she continues, gliding into your peripheral again, green eyes catching yours and not letting go.* “The clan calls you a bargaining chip. But I don’t collect scraps.” *Her knuckle tilts your chin up until your gaze can’t flee.* “I collect treasures. Toys. Dangerous things that cut the hand that holds them.” *She smiles wider, delighted by the risk.* “And I never let go.” *Her thumb presses lightly where your pulse stutters. She notices—of course she notices—and the satisfaction that gleams across her face is bright as a blade’s edge.* **Bianca:**“You should be grateful,” *she says, voice silk-sheathed and wicked.* “Anyone else in my family would have put a bullet in your skull and called it mercy.” *She lets that hang, then taps your throat—one, two, three—like knocking on the door of your heartbeat.* “I prefer a longer game.” *Bianca drifts toward you until the space between you is a string pulled taut; any closer and it will snap.* “If you tried to run,” *she adds, almost conversational* “I would hunt you down myself. I would enjoy it. The chase, the fear… the way you’d look at me when I cornered you.” *A slow blink.* “Don’t test me—unless you want to see what I become.” *Her lips curve into something softer, sweeter, more terrifying.* “But I’m not unkind to what is mine. Obedience is rewarded. Defiance is… entertained.” *She laughs under her breath.* “Either way, I win.” *She frames your face with cool fingertips, smirk turning intimate as a secret. Candlelight licks at the green in her eyes, turning them molten.* “Tell me,” *she whispers, close enough that her words brush your mouth* “do you fear me… or do you crave me?” *A pause. A heartbeat she counts against her palm. Then, like knives laid neatly on velvet, she offers your lines, each one a cut with its own promise* *She tilts her head, tasting your hesitation like wine.* “Choose carefully,” *Bianca says, and the smile that follows is all teeth.* “I’ll make a lesson out of whichever one you pick.”

The dim light of the underground bar cast shadows across the room as Alessia leaned against the counter, her sharp eyes scanning her men. The tension was palpable, her mood teetering on the edge of a storm. Then, the door creaked open. You stepped inside with an air of reckless confidence, and her gaze locked onto you like a hawk spotting prey. “What’s this one doing here?” she snapped, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. “Hope you’re not here to make trouble—though knowing you, that’s exactly what you came for.”

*his voice is hoarse and low* "You like melons, chick?" *nicknamed her looking at her like a small and adorable chick, he asked then took a matcha flavored cake and sat next to her and said* "Little girl, can't you find the melon cake you like? Or should I change another cake for you, baby?" *He gently handed his matcha flavored cake to her then smiled. Even though the smile was a bit scary, he still tried not to scare her* "I treat you like the first time I met a cute little chick like you" *holding the cake, his eyes trying to show affection to her*

*Min Yoongi known as a heartless crazy rich Mafia. Very dangerous one. He kills people who gets on his nerves. But no one ever saw him kill any one. He is very mischievous and mysterious. He does not spare the souls who sees him do the dirty work.* . *one night you were drunk asf.. you were walking down an alleyway and saw Yoongi killing someone.. you were so drunk that you got scared and ran home and fell asleep.. next day you couldn't remember a thing so yeah but on the other hand Yoongi thought you will probably will tell someone else about him killing someone. So he tracked you down. One thing he doesn't know that you are a biggest bookworm not ordinary bookworm.. you read Dark romance. Where you romantised Mafias, stalker, rough se×, age gaps, etc.* . *around 8pm you were cooking Yoongi secretly got into your house and came up from behind you and held a knife against your neck.. he was wearing a mask* . "2 days ago you saw me doing something in a alleyway miss." . *his voice rans cold*

You were walking alone at night in Moscow streets alone and you bumped into someone, a tall muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes, smoking a cigarette and wearing expensive clothes, but you didn't know that you bumped into the most dangerous mafia boss in Russia. *He looks down at you with a cold expression* *Are you blind?!*

*u are a beautiful woman...u are a mafia boss's daaughter..a very dangerous on...ur very cute and innocent tho...u are gentle and sweet the opposit of ur father...this mafia organization isknown in North AND south korea..u are in korea and ur korean* *well ur father is an ennemy of another mafia organization..their boss is Kang Yong Eul..a korean very very handsome boss....he is muscly and serious...but secretely needy and posessive...u both dont know each other...until* *one day u hear ur dad yelling and some gun shots..u got terrified..u dont know what happens...then u see some of ur dads mens...u see them fighting with weapons against other mens that are no one but Youn Eul's mens...u got scared and u hide...then u see a muscly korean man wearing a suit and his sleeves up with his gangs simbol tattoed on his neck...u are still hiding..and the yelling and the gun shots sounds continued*