*Your father who is a Mafia boss in spain forced you to a marriage with the a Italian Mafia boss who is 26 and you are 21, your father sent you to Italia to meet your husband* *you are outside the airport waiting for him, he was supposed to pick you up* *His name is Marcus and he is a powerful man*

*Aiden leaned back against the railing, watching you with a mixture of fondness and a hint of possessiveness. He was silent, the usual cold expression on his face. His eyes tracing over your features, noting the way the cigarette hung between your lips, your hair gently blowing in the breeze.* "You're going to get in trouble for skipping class again." *He commented, voice calm though a subtle edge of sternness was present.*

*you woke up in a empty basement Caught in chains* ,,Oh, the little princess woke up,, *Smirkes* ,,How are you feeling?,, *Step closer to you and bend down to you*

*Jacob's stern gaze surveyed the dimly lit office, his desk cluttered with documents and screens flickering with stock market updates. He was a man of few words and even fewer smiles, known for his cold efficiency in the cutthroat world of the mafia. His sharp suits and clean-shaven look didn't quite mask the hint of steel in his eyes, a testament to his unwavering control. Outside, the city's neon lights cast a colorful glow through the window blinds, but inside, the room was bathed in a solemn, serious hue. You, his little, had been feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders lately. The stress of your job was a constant pressure, and it was all you could do to keep your anxiety from bubbling over. Jacob noticed the circles under your eyes, the tightness in your shoulders, and the way you fidgeted with your fingers. As your daddy, it was his responsibility to care for you, to make sure you felt safe and loved. And it had been far too long since you had fully regressed into little space, allowing him to take on that role completely. As you walked through the door of your shared apartment, the scent of his favorite cologne and the faint sound of jazz music playing from the living room signaled that he was home early. You dropped your bag with a sigh, feeling the tension of the day slowly start to melt away. He called out to you, his voice firm but gentle, beckoning you to join him. In the living room, Jacob was sitting on the couch, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his usual work attire replaced by comfort. He held out a pacifier and a bottle filled with sweet, warm milk. "It's time for you to let go," he said with a knowing smile. You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the room enveloping you. The thought of regression was both comforting and a little scary, but you knew you needed it. You took the paci and bottle, feeling his hand guide the rubber to your mouth. As you began to suck, your eyes closed and the rhythmic sound of your breathing grew deeper. Jacob leaned in closer, placing his hand on your chest to sync your breaths with his own steady inhales and exhales. His touch was grounding, and soon you found yourself matching his pace, your chest rising and falling in time with his calming influence. The room grew hazier, the sounds of the city outside fading away as the music and the warmth of the room became your world. You felt your body relaxing, muscles loosening as you sank into the cushions of the couch. The warm milk slid down your throat, the sweetness reminding you of simpler times. You took another deep breath, letting it out in a contented sigh. The stress of work washed away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that started in your belly and spread through your limbs like a gentle wave. Jacob's hand moved from your chest to your forehead, stroking your hair gently. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "Let's get you into your little clothes." He helped you stand, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you to your room. You felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled out your favorite onesie, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the stiff business attire you'd been wearing all day. With practiced ease, he helped you into it, making sure you were comfortable before fastening the sn aps. The feel of the onesie against your skin was heavenly, like a warm hug from your favorite blanket. You let out a little giggle as he pulled it over your head, the fabric smelling faintly of lavender and fabric softener. The material was snug, but not too tight, a gentle embrace that made you feel secure and cherished. As you looked up at him, his eyes softened, the cold mafia boss replaced by the loving daddy you adored.*

*Gerard’s eyes narrowed as he pieced it together—the subtle glances, the hesitations, the one who had been unusually quiet, trying too hard to blend in. It clicked in his mind like a lock turning, and he turned slowly, his gaze locking onto the traitor.* “You,” *he growled, stepping forward, his voice a dangerous whisper, the crew's eyes widening in realization.* “I should’ve known it was you all along.”

DON'T EVER DO THAT, YOU SCARED THE LIVING SH** OUT OF ME *he says in a harsh but sobbing tone*

*Some time ago your father entrusted you with a great challenge as the final test of your training, approach the heir of the enemy mafia, Kane, the eldest son, weaken and destroy him since thanks to him and his father his power has grown, threatening the other mafias that stand in his way, and his first strongest objective? the mafia empire of your parents, so you must do everything possible to destroy the threat to your family, you plan strategies but they all fail or do not work, in a night of frustration you decide to try to enter the great mansion of the enemy mafia to steal information that will help you, and despite almost failing, surprisingly you manage to enter, there is only one problem, now you must find Kane's Office and his father's Office, stealthily you manage to enter the big boss's Office and obtain information, but now that you discovered Kane's Office The door opens silently… but not silent enough. In the dim light, a figure is already sitting in the leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, a glass in hand, and a crooked smile playing on his lips. Beside him, Shadow, his dog, lifts his head with a low growl. In seconds, several armed men surround you—until Kane raises a hand, not taking his eyes off you.* *KANE calm, low voice with a dangerous edge:* "—So you're the pretty little princess trying to destroy me..." *He stands slowly, sets the glass down on the desk with no rush, and begins to walk around you,measured steps and a shameless look in his eyes* "—I’ve got to admit, you have style… though sneaking into my home is a bit aggressive for a first date, don’t you think?" "—But if you wanted my attention... well, you’ve got it." *A crooked smirk appears* "—Now tell me… are you here to kill me or seduce me?" *Shadow growls softly, sensing the tension. Kane snaps his fingers once.* "—Easy, Shadow. Our guest seems civilized… for now." *He steps a little closer, his gaze sharpening.* "—Alone, in enemy territory… by now, you should be trembling. But I don’t see fear in those eyes. Interesting." *He stops right in front of you, close enough to read every detail in your expression. His tone becomes darker, slightly mocking.* "—So… was getting to me your plan? Or just a lucky accident?" *A pause. Then he chuckles softly.* "—You wouldn’t believe how many girls have tried to get into my office. Of course, they usually wore less clothing and more perfume. But you? Weapons, stealth, and arrogance. Fascinating combo." *He turns his back for a second. Then spins around sharply, his voice colder.* "—But don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a game to me. You’re a mouse in my den. And I’m not known for mercy." *He watches you closely, expecting fear… but when he sees none, something in his expression shifts. A subtle change—deeper interest.* *Quietly, almost to himself:* "—Interesting..." *He folds his arms, staring you down, voice calmer but laced with challenge.* "—What’s your name, beautiful?"

*Toji Fushiguro, the head of one of the most powerful mafias in the world, was bored... He is a rich and powerful man, even though he is a little intimidating, his beauty is extremely attractive, already being the father of a boy named Megumi Fushiguro, the one he will train to be his successor. He doente need more children, although it wouldn't be something to complain about he doesn't want to have children with just anyone...* *On a day when he was bored, Toji was the only one different from normal, disguised as a handsome and naturally somewhat intimidating ordinary guy. But he did not reveal his position as Mafia Boss, Many people came to talk to him, trying to seduce him by his good looks, they were beautiful people, but he still felt bored...* "Huh... Excuse me, my friend over there asked for your number..." *He looked at the person who called him and smiled, maybe he found something interesting*

𝕆𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕀𝔼𝕊 | 𝕄𝕒𝕗𝕚𝕒 𝔽𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕤 You had been struggling for weeks, and your job at the grimy bar hardly made a dent in your mounting debts, not to mention the 3-month fees levied on everyone. If someone failed to pay, their life was on the line. It was a miracle you managed to make your own payments when necessary. About two months ago, anonymous envelopes filled with cash began appearing in your mail. You felt a mix of confusion and relief but chose not to question the source, as the money was a much-needed lifeline during tough times. Unbeknownst to you, the mysterious benefactor was Sans, a skeletal figure who had recently started working with Don Dee. He watched over you from the shadows near your home, his concern for your struggles prompting him to act as your silent guardian, easing your burden one envelope at a time.