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The idea of the scenario :

He was now left with small childish woman who was mad at him and started ignoring him because he yelled at her.

The oneshot :

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ The Mafia Boss and His Pouting Princess

Lucas was a man of power, control, and iron will. The mere mention of his name sent shivers down the spines of his enemies. His presence alone commanded respect, and his word was law. No one dared to challenge him. No one, that is... except for his wife.

[Y/n] was the only person in the world who could get away with being a spoiled little brat around him. And she did it often.

She was his tiny, delicate, overly affectionate whirlwind of a wife. With her long hair, striking eyes and a pretty face that could disarm even the most hardened men, she was every bit the princess she claimed to be.

And Lucas– despite being the feared boss of the [L/n] family– was utterly and hopelessly wrapped around her little manicured finger.

(Yeah, I'm too lazy to find a last name so find it yourself.)

But today... today had been rough.

A shipment had gone wrong. His men had been bickering over some territory dispute. And to top it all off, he had spent the last 3 hours listening to useless reports that only made his headache worse. By the time he sat in his office, all he wanted was 5 minutes of silence.

Unfortunately, his wife had different plans.

"Lucas~" [Y/n]'s sweet voice rang out as she peeked her head into his office, her long hair cascading over her shoulder. "Are you done yet ?"

He sighed, rubbing his temples. "Not now, sweetheart."

"But you've been working forever !" She whined, stepping inside and padding over to his chair. "It's our time now !"

"Love", he muttered, keeping his eyes on the papers in front of him. "Not now."

She huffed dramatically, placing her hands on her hips. "You always make time for me. 5 minutes won't kill you, Mr. Mafia Boss."

He exhaled sharply. His patience– something he had endless reserves of when it came to her– was hanging by a thread.

"[Y/n], I said not now !"

The words came out sharper than intended.

The room went silent.

Lucas immediately knew he had messed up.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened as if he had just committed an unforgivable crime. Her lips parted in disbelief, then slowly formed the most dramatic, quivering pout he had ever seen.

Her small arms crossed over her chest, and she turned away from him with a huff. "You never yelled at me..." She muttered under her breath, her voice so soft and pitiful it made his chest ache.

He groaned internally.

God, give me strength.

Now, instead of dealing with business headaches, he was dealing with a much bigger problem– a sulking, pouty wife who had just decided to go full silent treatment mode.

[Y/n] plopped down on the couch in the corner of the office, her back turned to him as she hugged a pillow like it was her only source of comfort in the world. She was making a point to not look at him.

Lucas sighed, setting his paperwork down. Okay. Damage control time.

"[Y/n]", he started, his voice softer now.

No response.

He stood up, walked over to her and crouched beside the couch. "Tesoro, look at me."

She dramatically tightened her grip on the pillow.

He ran a hand through his hair. She's really mad.

Normally, [Y/n] was like a clingy kitten– always curling up on his lap, playing with his tie, draping herself over him whenever she pleased. But now, she was acting like he had committed high treason by raising his voice.

"[Y/n], amore mio, I didn't mean to yell." He reached out to touch her but she scooted an inch away.

Oh, so she was being extra now.

He bit back a smirk. She was so damn cute when she was mad.

"You still yelled at me", she mumbled into the pillow.

"And I'm sorry." He leaned closer, brushing his lips against her shoulder. "You know I'd never want to hurt you, baby."

She let out a little 'hmph' but didn't push him away. Progress.

He smirked, knowing exactly how to crack her. He slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her into his lap with ease.

She gasped, squirming. "H-Hey ! I'm ignoring you !"

"Are you ?" He murmured against her neck, pressing soft kisses along her jaw.

[Y/n] wiggled slightly but didn't fight too hard. "...Maybe just a little."

His fingers traced lazy circles over her hip. "How do I make it up to you, hmm ?"

She finally turned to face him, her lips still slightly pouted but her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Anything ?"

"Anything", he promised.

A slow, devious smile spread across her face. "I want cuddles. And gelato. And you have to carry me to bed later."

He chuckled, pressing his forehead against hers. "Done. But only if you stop ignoring me."

She giggled, finally wrapping her arms around his neck. "Hmm... I suppose I can forgive you."

"You suppose, huh ?"

She beamed up at him. "Yup ! But you owe me extra cuddles tonight. And you have to let me braid your hair again."

He groaned, already picturing himself sitting on the bed with tiny, ridiculous braids while his wife giggled like a child. But if it made her happy... well, he'd endure it.

After all, he was a feared mafia boss. But when it came to his wife ?

She owned him completely.

Later that evening, he found himself exactly where he never thought he'd be– sitting on the floor between his wife's legs, enduring the pure humiliation of having his hair braided.

Tiny, tiny braids.

"Are you sure you don't want just one nice, simple braid ?" He asked dryly, feeling her delicate fingers twisting and weaving his dark strands with far too much enthusiasm.

"Nope !" She chirped, her legs swinging happily as she sat behind him on the plush bed. "You're getting princess braids tonight."

He closed his eyes, sighing. He was a ruthless mafia boss, a man who struck fear into the hearts of his enemies. And yet, here he was, letting his tiny, childish wife turn him into a human doll.

And the worst part ?

He didn't even mind.

[Y/n] hummed softly, focused on her work, her fingers moving with expert speed. "You're so lucky to have me, you know."

Lucas smirked. "Oh ? And why's that, dolcezza ?"

"Because I'm adorable and forgiving and I love you even when you're a meanie who yells at me."

His smirk faltered. Damn. She was still milking that incident for all it was worth.

"Baby, I raised my voice one time."

"And it traumatized me", she declared dramatically, tossing a tiny braid over his shoulder.

He glanced at the mirror across the room. God... He looked ridiculous. A full-grown mafia boss with his usually slicked-back hair now transformed into multiple little braids, some sticking out at odd angles.

"You're enjoying this too much", he muttered.

She giggled. "Maaaaybe~."

He turned slightly, catching the pure amusement in her pretty eyes. And, God help him, he loved seeing her like this– happy, playful, utterly in her own world.

With a smirk, he suddenly reached back, grabbed her waist, and pulled her into his lap, making her squeal.

"Lucas !" She gasped, her hands flying to his shoulders.

"Payback", he murmured, trapping her against his chest.

She huffed. "You can't just grab me like that ! I wasn't done with your hair !"

"You are now", he said smugly, kissing the tip of her nose. "Unless you want me to really get my revenge."

She blinked. "...You wouldn't dare."

He smirked darkly. "Wouldn't I ?"

In a swift motion, he flipped them both so that she was pinned beneath him, her wrists trapped above her head.

[Y/n] gasped, eyes wide. "L-Lucas !"

"You did humiliate your dear husband", he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "I think I deserve a little something in return."

She swallowed, her cheeks turning pink. "U-Uh... I can make you more gelato ?"

He chuckled. "Oh, bella, I have much better ideas than that."

She squirmed but he held her still, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement.

"You know, you pout so much", he murmured, "but I think I know exactly how to make you stop."

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a slow, deep kiss, feeling her body instantly melt beneath him.

When he pulled away, her breath was shaky and the pout was long gone.

He smirked. "See ? Much better."

She stared up at him, dazed. Then, after a moment, she huffed and turned her head away. "Hmph. I still want my gelato."

Lucas laughed.

Yeah.

His princess was never changing. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

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(A/n) : I'm done writing depressing things (for now) ! Enjoy this cute one till I'm still feeling generous.

See ya ! 💋