His Everything°•°•°

The idea of the scenario :

He would give her the world.

The oneshot :

The quiet of the night wrapped around them like a soft blanket, the only sound the faint ticking of the clock on the wall and the gentle breaths shared between Kai and [Y/n].

His arms were around her, the woman who had completely dismantled the cold, controlled version of himself that he had spent years cultivating.

And in her, he found a different kind of strength– a wild, innocent strength that had somehow softened him, made him feel human again.

[Y/n] had long since fallen asleep, her breath warm and even against his chest.

She was completely oblivious to the weight of the world he carried on his shoulders– her world was light, filled with the simple joys of pink dresses, stuffed bunnies and the undivided attention of her husband.

Kai smiled to himself as he watched her sleep, her little hands curled into fists on his lap, her soft, even breathing the only indication that she was content.

He knew that, in a way, he had fallen into a trap. A trap of his own making. But it didn't bother him. Not anymore. The fierce, unrelenting Mafia boss, the man who had been feared by even the most hardened criminals, was reduced to a man in love with his spoiled, childish, and utterly innocent wife.

A wife who, despite all her tantrums and demands, had somehow managed to carve a place in his heart that was all hers. And he wouldn't trade it for the world.

He sighed softly, his fingers tracing the edge of [Y/n]'s hair, her wavy [h/c] locks spilling over his arm like silk.

He wondered, as he often did, how it was possible for him to love someone so completely different from everything he knew. She wasn't Italian. She wasn't a product of the underworld. She didn't come from a powerful family or a long line of warriors and kings. She was [y/o]– completely unrelated to his own world. And yet, despite all of that, he was utterly enchanted by her.

( [y/o] = your origine.)

How had he gotten so lucky ?

But then again, [Y/n] wasn't just any woman. She was [Y/n]– his [Y/n]. And she had her own special way of seeing the world, one that he could never quite figure out but one that always made him laugh, even when he was trying to stay serious.

As he sat there, thinking, his mind started to wander back to the earlier moments of their night.

The cousins had been in such shock at how he treated her, at how easily he melted under her touch.

They didn't understand it and Kai knew they never would. How could they ?

They hadn't experienced the pure joy of waking up next to someone who made life feel a little bit brighter, who turned every little moment into something magical.

They had never seen what Kai saw when he looked at [Y/n]– the girl who refused to grow up, who wore fluffy pink dresses and ran around the house like a child but who also had the ability to make his heart race with a single smile.

In that moment, he allowed himself to truly acknowledge it : he had given up control. He had given it all to her. Not out of weakness but because he wanted to. Because [Y/n], in her own way, had captured his heart in a way that even he couldn't deny.

His hand brushed over her soft skin, moving her hair behind her ear as he bent down to kiss her forehead gently, careful not to wake her.

For a second, he just stared at her– his beautiful, innocent and endlessly frustrating wife. She had no idea what she had done to him, how she had cracked the armor around his heart. And maybe that was a good thing.

He smiled again, feeling a warm sense of contentment he hadn't felt in years.

The world outside could fall apart.

His empire could burn to the ground.

But as long as he had [Y/n], everything would be alright.

She was his anchor.

His chaos.

His calm.

And as she shifted slightly in her sleep, mumbling something about pink unicorns and cookies, Kai couldn't help but chuckle under his breath.

He kissed her forehead once more, a soft, loving gesture that spoke volumes about the affection he felt for her, despite (or perhaps because of) her childish tantrums.

"You're impossible, you know that ?" He whispered quietly, even though she couldn't hear him. "But I wouldn't change a thing."

He leaned back into the chair, carefully adjusting his position so that she could sleep more comfortably.

It was late and the house was quiet, but Kai couldn't seem to turn his mind off.

Instead, he found himself thinking about the future– about the future he had never imagined for himself before [Y/n] came into his life.

A future where he wasn't just a Mafia boss, but a husband, a man with a wife who needed him more than anyone else ever could.

With [Y/n], everything was different. He was different.

And as the hours stretched on, Kai, the most feared man in the underworld, couldn't think of a single thing he wanted more than to keep her safe, keep her happy and keep her as his little princess for the rest of their lives.

With one last gentle kiss on her temple, he closed his eyes, finally allowing himself to drift off to sleep with the woman who had captured his heart completely, curled up in his arms.

And in that moment, he realized– he wouldn't have it any other way.

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(A/n) : just a cute oneshot this time. Wow it's already the third book I'm updating, huh. Just the Blue Lock one who's left. Don't know if I will though. I'm tired unknown, plus I have school. But yeah, whatever.

See ya ! 💋