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𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮♡

♡ 𝙵𝙴𝙼! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴! ��𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕

♡ 𝚝𝚠- 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚂𝙵𝚆

♡ 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈- 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎.

𝚃𝚘 𝙺𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

To the world, you and Kieran were enemies. Bitter rivals.

He was the boy who always had to outshine you, the one who scoffed at your achievements, who rolled his eyes whenever you spoke. He never let a compliment pass your way without telling back a cruel remark, never let you enjoy the spotlight without somehow managing to drag himself into it.

You hated him.

You hated him with all your gut.

"Your answer's too wordy," he sneered one day when you finally finished presenting to the class. Your handwriting filled the whiteboard at the front of the class, your PowerPoint presentation still lingering on the large projector.

"At least I had an answer," you shot back bitterly, sitting back down at your assigned seat.

The class laughed awkwardly, as usual, at the tension crackling between the two of you. It felt like rivalry made good entertainment for many people.

But what nobody else knew was that behind the smirks and barbs, Kieran's obsession with you ran deep. Too deep.

Because for him, rivalry was just all just a part of an elaborate disguise, an excuse to stay close, to hide how badly he needed you.

At night, he replayed every conversation you’d ever had. He kept every scrap of paper where you’d written your name, even once, even just to mark attendance. His phone was full of saved pictures of you from social media, screenshotted in case you ever deleted them, and of course as well as his own private photos, ones he had taken when he was sure you weren’t looking. He had memorized your schedule, your favorite drinks, the way your handwriting tilted when you were tired. Everything about you.

How he'd follow you home, just to make sure you were safe and got a good nights sleep. Sure he'd stop by your room every known and again, but you didn't need to know that.

And when others noticed you? When they dared try to step into the place he had carved out for himself? That was when his mask cracked. He’ll do anything to ensure you're only his..

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

One afternoon you were scribbling notes in class, clearly bored as you listened to the teachers nonstop talking, you weren’t even sure what she was explaining at this point.

In a blink of an eye, a folded piece of paper had slid onto your desk. Curious, you glanced up, making eye contact with one of your classmates, a sweet boy named Daichi. He gave you a hopeful smile before pretending to focus on the chalkboard again, which made you even more confused than you previously were.

Unfolding the paper, you read the almost tidy words:

Do you want to go out after school? Just for coffee.

Your cheeks warmed at the message. Nobody had asked you out so directly before… Sure it was similar to how kindergarteners would ask each other out, but at this point you weren’t complaining, considering this was finally your chance to go on a date.

You hesitated, chewing your pen cap, before finally writing a simple:

Sure :) 

And sliding it back to him when the teacher wasn’t looking.

From the corner of the room, someone's pen snapped in half. Ink splattered across their desk, but you were too focused on the flutter in your chest to notice the obsessive gaze glued onto your back.

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After the final bell, you hurried to the entrance of the school, smoothing your clothes and checking your reflection in a nearby window. You leaned against the cold wall, a smile on your face as you watched people slowly exit the school.

Minutes ticked by.

Five. 

Ten. 

Twenty.

You played offline games on your phone to pass the time, telling yourself that maybe he'd gotten delayed since you know how strict teachers were nowadays. You checked your phone twice, then three times, then four, no messages.

By the time the school lights dimmed for evening, your phone was only on 10%. Even teachers were leaving the school by now, allowing you to watch as the janitor walks by, locking classroom doors. You stood there, heart sinking, waiting for someone who never came.

Your shoulders slumped as you felt the need to cry, quickly picking up your bag which was leaning against the wall. Feeling embarrassed as you slowly walked home, your hand gripped tighter on your phone than it usually is.

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, in a quiet alley behind the school, Daichi pressed his back against the wall, face pale and nervous. Kieran stood before him, hands in his pockets, his voice cold enough to freeze those who talked to him.

"You're brave, asking her out like that," Kieran hummed, leaning closer until Daichi flinched. "But let me make this simple, she's not yours. She’s not anyone's. She’s mine."

Daichi stammered, "I-I didn't know you were—"

"You didn't need to know anything." Kieran's voice was razor-sharp, interrupting Daichi before he could even finish his sentence.

"What you need to do is disappear. Don't talk to her. Don't text her. Don't look at her. Don't even breathe her name again. Or I'll make sure you regret it with every bone in your body."

He grabbed the snapped pen he'd put in his pocket earlier when you got asked out, and shoved it into Daichi's chest, where it smeared ink as if it was a gruesome wound. 

"Understand?"

Daichi nodded quickly, making Kieran let out a slow hum before slowly backing away, giving Daichi room to disappear from his sight.

Kieran watched him go, his expression relaxing only when he imagined you standing alone at the school, waiting. His chest hurt slightly at the thought of your disappointment, but it's better for you to get used to people standing you up.

He would make it up to you later, with flowers, with sweets, with gifts left where only you would find them. You'd smile again, and that smile would be his reward. A smile that was made only for his eyes.

Because as long as he was there, no one else ever would be.

This piece of writing has been my fav to write so far!! (I had two other stories posted but only just deleted them bcus I changed my mind💔)

Thanks for reading, I really appreciate it! 🫶🫶🫶

I might write a part 2 for it??? I dunno😭

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♪ "PRETTYPLEASE" 0:40 ────●─────── 2:46 ⇄ ⏮ ⏸ ⏭ ↻

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𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓹𝓸𝓷♡

♡ 𝙵𝙴𝙼! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃! 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍

♡ 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝, 𝚂𝙵𝚆 (𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚠)

♡ 𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈- 𝙸𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

𝙰 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 ����𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖.

The storm thrashing against the windows was nothing compared to the one brewing in your husband’s office.

You knew because the poor maid was shaking when she found you in the lounge, fiddling with her hands as she tugged out your sleeve, making you look up from your book.

"Ma'am… the boss is… um… upset," she whispered, glancing nervously toward the double doors at the end of the hall. "The men came back from the docks… and the shipment…" She trailed off, gulping. "And?" you prompted gently. "It was gone…"

You sighed, setting down your book. "I assume he's angry?" You ask, almost unimpressed by your own words as the sound of thunder and rain filled your ears.

The maid nodded so fast at your question that she almost looked similar to a bobblehead. "Please, miss… you're the only one who can calm him down and the men are worried t-that he might snap once again…"

It's certainly a strange thing, you thought, that the most feared mafia boss in the city, your husband, and the man who could silence a room with a single glare, was apparently incapable of settling his anger over the similiest mission that he had no outcome over. 

You didn’t say another word as you stood up, smoothing over your clothes before giving the scared maid a slight smile and leaving the room.

You walked down the hall, standing in front of the large wooden doors, you didn’t even have to open his office door to hear the crash of something heavy hitting the wall.

"... Love?"

The sound of your voice, although it was quiet he clearly heard it, his office suddenly becoming deathly silent.

When you stepped inside, you saw him standing behind his desk, jaw tight, and his usually combed hair messy and disheveled. The moment his eyes met yours, his entire posture shifted, just slightly, but enough that you could see. His shoulders lowered a fraction. His expression… almost guilty?

"Sweetheart," he said slowly, like he was talking to a stray animal he didn’t want to spook. "... What are you doing here?"

"I know what happened," You muttered, glancing at the shards of glass on the floor that were once a beautiful sculpture. "Your men are sorry, you know that, right?”

He had the nerve to look away from you, scratching the back of his neck like a schoolboy caught misbehaving. "They botched it." He spoke blankly "Those pathetic men lost the shipment. All that work—" He stopped, jaw clenching again. "Gone."

You approached him, reaching up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing along his scar that's been placed there long before you two even met. "You scare them when you’re like this," you murmured truthfully. 

He hummed slightly, clearly unsure of how to respond as he looked out the large windows covering his entire back wall, the rain running down the tinted class calmed his nerves the smallest bit.

He turned back to look at you, his eyes softened as he watched the expression in your face shift. "I'd never scare you."

"I know," you said, smiling faintly. "Why don't you sit down?," you coaxed, tugging his hand and pointing towards the couch sitting in the corner of the room, surrounded by bookshelves. "I'll make tea and you can tell me what happened, maybe we’ll work out a solution that doesn't involve you breaking any more glassware." You spoke softly.

He sighed, long but still reluctant. He followed you to the couch like a wet puppy following his owner. Within minutes, he was leaning against you, making you tilt slightly due to his weight. His arm wrapped around your waist, and his temper seemed to have cooled completely as he closed his eyes.

When the maid peeked her head in, she felt her gaze soften every so slightly. The fearsome mafia boss had his head in his wife’s lap, eyes closed as she stroked his hair, looking less like a crime lord and more like a very large, very tired, and very spoiled cat who’d decided to behave... Just this once.

♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After that night, word traveled fast among the mafia, and within a week, everyone knew one thing for certain: 1. The Boss wasn’t afraid of rival families. 2. He wasn’t afraid of police investigations. 3. He wasn’t afraid of walking straight into danger or getting hurt.

He was only afraid of one thing:

Disappointing his wife.

You didn’t even realize what was happening for 2 weeks.

At first, it had started small. One of his workers just ‘happened’ to bump into you in the hallway, cheerfully offering to carry your shopping bags for you to the kitchen. Then later on, another man would politely ask if you’d care to try the coffee he had personally made just for you. Soon, every errand became a contest to see who could get your smile or a "thank you" the quickest. 

Everyone was a part of it. Workers. Mafia members. Maids. Even the chef was offering you help for the simplest tasks.

You noticed, of course. "Love," you said one evening over dinner, looking up at him. "Your men… They've been extra sweet lately, did something happen?”

He raised an eyebrow, swallowing his food. "What do you mean?"

"They're doing almost every task for me, constantly asking if I need help…"

He grunted in response, cutting his steak. "Good. Means they’re finally learning actual manners."

But the truth was, he’d already overheard the whispers in the hallway earlier that day:

"If the Missus says we did good, the boss won’t even yell at us!"

"Yeah, it’s like she’s got some kind of magic shield against his temper, keeping her happy basically means we’re safe."

Another worker scoffed slightly "Its not a shield, she’s more like a remote control who can turn it off at the touch of a button. Changes his whole mood."

Your husband had rolled his eyes, but deep down… he knew they were right.

So when you came by his office later with tea and a kiss on the cheek, his glare melted instantly, and his men, who were watching from the doorway to see what's happening, smirked knowingly to each other.

You may not have been the boss of the mafia, but you were Definitely the boss of him.

THIS STORY WAS SUCH A NOTHING BURGER😭 OMJG

this is my first time writing an 'x reader' story so thanks you so much for reading ♡

If you have any suggestions for other stories I'd love to hear them! <333

(It took me an hour to figure out how tumblr works and then I deleted my story cus I 4got to add tags and didn't save it🙏💔)

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♪ "My Love Mine All Mine" 0:𝟺2 ────●─────── 2:17 ⇄ ⏮ ⏸ ⏭ ↻