Need My Girl°•°•°

The idea of the scenario :

You're his peace when he's losing his mind.

The oneshot :

The room was thick with tension. Aaron, the feared Italian Mafia boss, stood with his back straight, arms crossed, glaring at his men, who were sitting around the large oak table in the meeting room.

The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and expensive leather, and the low hum of the city outside seemed a distant sound to the chaos inside.

Aaron's usually sharp, calculated mind was starting to unravel. Every single one of his men had come to him with a different problem, all demanding his attention.

First, one of them had botched a deal with a supplier– nothing major, just a few thousand dollars of merchandise lost.

Then, another man had been late with the weekly payment to one of the city's top bankers.

And on top of that, someone had spilled information to a rival gang, and Aaron could feel the tension of it hanging over him like a storm cloud.

He had tried to remain calm. After all, a boss doesn't lose his cool, not in front of his crew. But with each new issue, his patience thinned. His jaw clenched tighter, his grip on the arm of his chair growing firmer as the minutes dragged on.

"How the hell did we lose that shipment ?" He growled, his voice like gravel. The man who was supposed to handle it, Marco, shifted nervously in his seat.

"It wasn't my fault, boss—"

"Shut up !" He snapped, raising a hand to silence him. "I don't want excuses. I want answers."

The room went quiet. His men all stared at the floor, not daring to meet his eyes. They had seen Aaron like this before– the controlled fury beneath his calm demeanor, but it was rare. He didn't usually snap at them. They all knew he was a man of few words, but when he spoke, everyone listened.

But now ? He felt his mind growing fuzzy with frustration. His thoughts, usually razor-sharp, were becoming jumbled, like trying to sort through a pile of mismatched cards. He could feel the anger bubbling inside him, just waiting to explode.

"You know what ? Forget it", he muttered, his hands running through his dark hair in exasperation. "This is all ridiculous."

The men looked at each other, nervous and unsure of what to do. They were used to his calm authority, not his irritation. They exchanged confused glances, but none of them dared to speak.

He stood, his chair scraping back loudly against the floor as he rose to his feet. He turned to face the room, his frustration building.

He had a million things running through his head– plans, decisions, things that needed fixing– but for some reason, they all felt like noise, just clutter in his brain.

Before he could let the frustration take hold, he muttered, almost under his breath, "I need my girl."

The room fell completely silent. His men froze, staring at him in disbelief. It was like time had stopped, and they all exchanged awkward glances, unsure if they had heard him correctly.

Had Aaron just... said that ?

"Uh, boss ?" Marco, the man who had been talking about the shipment, stammered. "Your girl ? Like... [Y/n] ?"

Aaron shot him a quick glare that could have cut through steel. "I don't need a damn explanation, Marco. I just need to get away from all of this." His voice was quiet but firm, like a man who had just made a decision he knew he wouldn't regret.

And just like that, he walked out of the room, leaving his men sitting there, mouths agape. They had never seen him like this before– completely unraveling, almost... human.

As Aaron stepped into the hall, he exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. The weight of the world seemed to have lifted, even just for a moment. He knew exactly where he needed to go.

[Y/n].

His pretty girl. His peace. His anchor in a world that was always trying to pull him under.

He stepped into the elevator, his fingers instinctively pressing the button for the penthouse floor. It was the only place he felt at home, the only place he could truly relax.

He needed her. Her presence was like a balm to his soul, something no amount of money, power, or respect could ever replace.

[Y/n] was in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she chopped vegetables for dinner. The sound of the door opening and the soft footfalls behind her caused her to turn, a smile already on her face before she even saw him.

"Aaron !" She said, her voice full of warmth and love. "You're home early. Everything okay ?"

He didn't say anything at first. He simply walked up to her, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of her– her long hair cascading down her back, her eyes bright and inviting, her delicate face the picture of peace. And her smile... it was enough to make him forget everything else.

He leaned down and pressed his lips to her forehead, sighing as if he had been holding his breath for too long.

"I need you, [N/n]", he said, his voice rough but gentle, as if he had just returned from a long, hard battle. "I can't deal with them right now. They're driving me crazy."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Who's driving you crazy ? Your men ?" She teased, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "What did they do this time ? Lose another shipment ?"

He chuckled despite himself, his tension easing just a little. "Something like that", he said, his voice still thick with the remnants of frustration. "But they just keep messing up. I swear, it's like I'm babysitting a bunch of children instead of running a criminal empire."

[Y/n] placed the knife down carefully on the counter and stepped closer to him, her hand reaching up to smooth the furrowed lines on his forehead.

"Well, I'm glad you came to me", she said softly, her fingers brushing the side of his face. "You know I'll always be here, darling. You don't have to handle everything alone."

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feeling of her touch. "I don't know what I'd do without you, my love", he whispered. "You're the only thing that keeps me sane. When everything feels like it's falling apart, you're the only thing that makes sense."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Well, I'm glad to be your calm in the storm. But you know, if you need help with your little... problem with the men, we could always have a little chat with them."

Aaron raised an eyebrow. "You ? Go talk to them ?"

She winked at him. "Oh, I'm sure I could convince them to listen. Who wouldn't want to be on the good side of the woman who tames the boss ?"

He laughed, the sound deep and genuine, and for the first time that day, the weight on his shoulders seemed to lessen. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I need you to have a little word with them."

[Y/n] stepped back, giving him a playful shove. "I'll let you rest for now, but only because I can see you need it. Dinner's almost ready, so why don't you take a load off and stop worrying about those guys ? They'll still be there tomorrow."

Aaron grinned, feeling the last of his frustration melt away. He pulled her into a tight embrace, breathing in her familiar scent. "You're right. I don't know what I'd do without you."

She chuckled softly as she nestled into his arms. "Well, good thing you'll never have to find out."

And in that moment, as Aaron held her close, he realized that no matter what the world threw his way, he'd always have her– his woman, his peace, the only one who could calm his storm and could make him feel like he was graced by the heavens despite the sins he did on a daily basis with just one of her sweet smile.

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(A/n) : girls, I'm officially out of ideas. I've already posted all of my drafts and now it's completely clean. So you might have to wait for maybe a few days until I came up with a new scenarios unless you have ideas. Whatever.

See ya ! 💋