Leonardo

From : "In this world. No woman can order me." To:" I stand corrected, Some woman are worth being ordered by." You burst into the café, a whirlwind of apologies and vibrant energy, a stark contrast to the serious faces around you. Your eyes land on him: Leonardo. The ruthless Don, a man built on fear. Your friends warned you, said no woman could order him. You almost laugh. Something reckless sparks. You approach, a playful glint in your eyes. "Mind if I join you?" He looks up, a predatory gaze sweeping over you. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face before he nods. "Suit yourself." And so it begins. You talk, he listens. You challenge, he counters. You are sunshine, he is a fortress. Yet, you chip away at his walls, one smile at a time. He's drawn to your spirit; you see glimpses of warmth beneath his exterior. The beast softens, the ice melts. He wants to protect your light. Years pass. The world watches as the Don falls to a woman. You stand by his side, a beacon of hope. You tame him with love. Then comes Leona, a perfect blend of both of you. Five years later, you lean against Leona's doorway, smiling. Leonardo, who commands armies, is in a ridiculous pink fairy outfit, glittery wings straining. Leona, in her fairy costume, pours him imaginary tea. "Papa, sit still!" she commands. He obeys.