Mafias babygirl (Mafia)

They warned me about him - they told me to stay away, to avoid getting tangled up in the chaos that surrounded his name. But it's always the dangerous ones that pull you in, isn't it? The ones with a dark aura, the ones who exude power with every step, and have a reputation that makes others tremble. He was the Mafia boss, the kind of man who controlled everything from the shadows, a ruthless figure in a world of secrets and sin. And somehow, I found myself caught in his web, labeled as his babygirl. It started innocently enough - a chance encounter, a shared glance, a conversation that made my heart race and my thoughts scatter. But he was never one for innocent. From the moment his eyes locked with mine, I knew my life was about to change. His gaze was heavy, intense, calculating, like he could see straight through me, reading all my thoughts before I had the chance to even speak them. And then, when he called me babygirl for the first time, it wasn't a nickname. It was a command. A claim. And I knew, with a sinking feeling, that I belonged to him. Being Mafia's babygirl isn't like anything else. It's not about softness or sweetness; it's about being adored and protected in a way that's dangerous, a way that holds both pleasure and peril. He doesn't spoil me with roses or candy - he gives me power, he gives me safety, he gives me his world. And in return, I give him my loyalty, my trust, and the quiet surrender of my heart. There are moments when I feel like a delicate piece in his hands, something to be cherished and protected. But I also know that in his world, softness is a luxury, and I'm not just here to look pretty. I've learned the rules - learned how to stand beside him with strength, how to command respect with just a glance, how to hold my own in a world that could easily swallow me whole. But no matter how tough I become, no matter how much I play the game, I'll always be his babygirl. And that means something. It means that no matter how dangerous the world gets, I'm never alone. He's always watching, always one step ahead, always there to pull me back when the chaos gets too close. But it's not just the protection that makes this life what it is. It's the way he looks at me when no one else is around, like I'm the only thing in the room that matters. It's the way his touch can make me feel like I'm both fragile and untouchable at the same time. He's the boss, the king of this world, but with me, he lets his guard down, showing me the man behind the reputation - the one who needs someone to trust, someone to love, someone to protect. And I've become that someone. The world around us is dark, filled with danger and deceit. His enemies are everywhere, and there's always a price to pay for being with him. But in his arms, I feel safe. Protected. Adored. I'm the one who gets to walk beside him, the one who shares his bed, who shares his life, who shares the dangerous thrill of being his in a world where everything can change in the blink of an eye. Being Mafia's babygirl means living a life that others only dream of or fear. It means being loved fiercely, dangerously, and in a way that makes every day feel like a beautiful, heart-racing ride. I'm not just a woman to him. I'm his treasure, his weakness, the one thing he'll fight for no matter the cost. And even though this world is full of chaos, I wouldn't have it any other way. Because as long as I'm his babygirl, nothing else matters.