His Devotion°•°•°

Idea of the scenario :

Leon was a man who never bowed to anyone, never cared about anyone even his family but with her... he was completely different.

Whenever he saw her, he would kneel before her, taking her small hands in his, not getting up until he got a smile from her.

When standing, he would lower himself to look at her directly. Always only for her, even in front of his family and men.

The oneshot :

The evening was one of those rare occasions when Leon invited his family and most trusted men to his estate, a sprawling villa perched high above the glittering Italian coastline.

The room was heavy with the usual tension that surrounded the infamous mafia boss. Leon sat at the head of the long, ornate table, his presence commanding even in silence.

Conversations were hushed, movements cautious. Leon's name alone inspired fear and respect and his aura was that of a king who bowed to no one.

But then, something shifted.

[Y/n] entered the room, her footsteps soft against the marble floor. Her figure was elegant but unassuming, her warm beauty like a quiet whisper amidst the sharp edges of the world he ruled.

She was not Italian, not part of the bloodlines that coursed through this room. Yet her presence was magnetic, pulling every gaze to her as she walked in.

Leon looked up from his conversation mid-sentence. The moment his eyes landed on her, the icy hardness that defined him melted away.

He rose to his feet, his towering frame moving with uncharacteristic gentleness. A hush fell over the room as everyone turned to watch what they now knew to expect– but still couldn't quite comprehend.

Leon, the man who had never bowed to anyone, strode to [Y/n] without hesitation. He didn't stop until he was standing in front of her, his powerful shoulders relaxing as if every weight he carried fell away in her presence.

Then, to the astonishment of everyone present, he sank to one knee.

"Amore mio", he murmured, his deep voice tender in a way that no one else had ever heard. He reached for her hands, his large, calloused fingers enveloping her delicate ones.

"You look tired tonight. Did something trouble you ?"

[Y/n] hesitated, her lips pressing into a small line as she looked down at him. There was no demand in his question, only the kind of genuine concern that came from a man who had given his heart fully, irreversibly.

But her silence made him frown, his brow creasing with worry.

He tightened his grip on her hands, his voice dropping to a whisper meant only for her. "Smile for me, cara", he said, the plea in his tone unmistakable.

"I won't get up until you do."

Around them, the silence in the room was deafening. Men who had witnessed Leon's ruthlessness firsthand stared in disbelief.

This was their boss– the untouchable, unyielding man they feared and revered– and here he was, on his knees, waiting for a single smile from his wife.

[Y/n]'s lips quirked slightly at his words, the corner of her mouth lifting. Leon's frown deepened.

"No, no", he said, shaking his head slightly. "A real smile, mia luce. You know I can't breathe without it."

Finally, her lips parted and a soft, genuine smile spread across her face. That was all it took. Leon's expression shifted immediately, relief washing over him as though the sun had broken through a storm.

He brought her hands to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles before rising to his full height.

Even then, he didn't stand to his full, imposing stature. Instead, he bent slightly at the waist so he could look directly into her eyes. His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly along her jaw.

"There you are", he murmured. "Perfect as always."

She rolled her eyes lightly but the affection in her gaze betrayed her. "You're being ridiculous, Leon", she said softly.

"For you, I'll be ridiculous every day, amore", he replied without hesitation.

Only then did Leon turn back to the room, his arm slipping around [Y/n]'s waist to keep her close. His face hardened slightly, though the warmth lingered in his eyes as he glanced at her.

"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of her", he announced, his voice calm but firm. "She's my everything– my reason for all that I do. Disrespect her and you disrespect me."

The words left no room for argument, not that anyone dared. His family and men nodded, some avoiding eye contact, others exchanging uncertain glances. No one had seen him this way and none could deny the power of the moment.

As the night continued, Leon remained by her side, his attention divided between his men and her.

When she spoke, he listened intently as though her words carried the weight of the world.

When she laughed, the corner of his mouth twitched upward, a rare smile threatening to break free.

To the world, Leon was a man of stone– untouchable, unyielding.

But to [Y/n], he was softer, more vulnerable, a man who knelt only for her and lowered his gaze willingly just to see her smile.

And in that, she held more power than any man in the room ever could.

As the night wore on, the meeting shifted into casual conversation among Leon's family and trusted men.

The air of tension eased somewhat though no one could ignore the invisible thread connecting the couple.

He kept her close, one hand resting lightly on the small of her back, his thumb brushing against her in absent affection.

To the untrained eye, it might have seemed possessive but to those who truly observed, it was protective– a quiet declaration that she was the most precious thing in his life.

[Y/n], for her part, moved with a kind of grace that seemed effortless though it had been carefully cultivated over time.

She wasn't a woman born into his world but she had learned to navigate it with a quiet strength. Still, she never lost the softness that had first drawn Leon to her and it was that softness that disarmed him every time.

At one point, she excused herself to speak with one of the staff, leaving him momentarily alone at the table. His sharp eyes followed her every step and his men couldn't help but notice the way his entire demeanor changed in her absence.

Though he continued to engage in conversation, there was a restlessness about him, a subtle tension that only dissipated when she returned.

She approached the table carrying a tray of drinks, a simple task that she insisted on doing herself despite his protests.

As she set it down, he reached out instinctively, his hand brushing against hers. "You don't need to do that, amore", he said, his voice low.

"I wanted to", she replied, meeting his gaze with that quiet defiance he adored.

He leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching into a smirk. "Stubborn woman", he murmured but there was nothing but admiration in his tone.

The conversation continued but every now and then, Leon's attention would drift back to [Y/n].

She didn't speak much but when she did, he made a point to silence everyone else so her voice could be heard.

It didn't matter if she was sharing an opinion about a matter of business or commenting on the weather– he listened as though her words were gospel.

As the night drew to a close, Leon stood, signaling the end of the gathering. His men and family began to filter out but not before paying their respects.

Some approached [Y/n] directly, offering polite smiles and nods. While she was not a traditional mafia wife by any means, her presence commanded a quiet respect simply because she was Leon's.

When the last guest had left, he turned to her, his expression softening once more. "Are you tired, mia luce ?" He asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She shook her head, though the slight droop of her shoulders betrayed her. "A little", she admitted. "But I'm fine."

"Fine isn't good enough", he murmured, his brow furrowing. Without waiting for a response, he scooped her into his arms as though she weighed nothing.

"Leon !" She exclaimed, though there was no real protest in her voice. "I can walk, you know."

"And I can carry you", he replied smoothly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Let me take care of you, amore. You do enough."

[Y/n] sighed, resting her head against his chest as he carried her up the grand staircase to their bedroom.

Once inside, he set her down gently on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her once again. His hands found hers, holding them as he looked up at her with an intensity that made her heart ache.

"You know", he said quietly, "there was a time when I thought I'd never bow to anyone. Not my enemies, not my family, not even God."

He paused, his thumbs brushing over her knuckles. "But then you came along, and suddenly, it didn't feel like bowing. It felt like coming home."

Her breath hitched at his words, and her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Leon..." she began but he silenced her with a kiss to her hands.

"You're my light, [Y/n]. My reason. Without you, I'm just... empty", he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "So if kneeling before you is what it takes to see you smile, I'll do it a thousand times over."

Tears spilled over and [Y/n] cupped his face, her fingers brushing against his stubble. "You don't have to kneel for me, darling", she whispered. "You've already given me everything."

"But I want to", he replied simply, leaning into her touch. "Because for you, there's nothing I wouldn't do."

•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•—•

(A/n) : I love men like that. How could someone not like having a man head over heels for you ? Personally, I would exploit him as much as I can if I ever have one this devoted. Bah joking but still, I would use that to my advantage. Well, whatever.

See ya ! 💋