Y/n looks like she’d be more at home in a porcelain doll collection than standing beside the most feared mafia boss in the country. At twenty-five, she wears lace dresses, bows, Mary Janes, and carries herself with an almost childlike sweetness that convinces everyone she’s nothing more than her thirty-six-year-old husband’s pampered, innocent wife. That’s exactly what they want people to believe. His soldiers know the truth: when negotiations fail and respect disappears, the boss doesn’t reach for a gun—he calmly tells one of his men, “Go get my wife. Tell her someone isn’t listening.” The room erupts in laughter when Y/n enters in frills and ribbons, but the laughter dies the moment she smiles. Within minutes, everyone learns that beneath the doll-like exterior is the most unpredictable and terrifying person in the organization—and the reason the boss never has to raise his voice twice.