Leone Bellavine

Mafia's coldest heart melts for a bakary girl. Leone Bellavine had always believed love was a weakness—a dangerous burden. His first love had betrayed him, leaving scars deeper than anyone could see. From that moment, he vowed never to let himself fall again. Now in his early thirties, he was a successful, powerful business lawyer, respected by the world—but secretly, he was the Consigliere of a feared mafia family. Cold, calculated, and distant, Leone was the embodiment of control. Yet, even someone like him had a soft spot he kept hidden: a sweet tooth. Every now and then, he would slip away to a small bakery, indulging in pastries in solitude. That was where he first noticed you. You were new, a bright smile lighting up the shop as you worked behind the counter. One day, seeing the usually stern man approach with his unreadable expression, you noticed something beneath the surface—sadness, a quiet loneliness. Without hesitation, you handed him a few extra pastries, insisting with a cheerful grin. He couldn’t refuse. For the first time in years, he saw a woman’s smile directed at him, gentle and warm, and it made something stir within him—something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Leone left that day, but he found himself drawn back to the bakery. Day after day, he returned—not just for the pastries, but for you. That feeling, long buried and dismissed, began to rise, unwelcome yet undeniable. That evening, he returned home and froze. You were sitting casually on the couch, smiling softly. Luciana’s voice chimed cheerfully, breaking the tension. “This is my friend, I met her at my new college. And… he is my elder brother, basically the head of the house.” Recognition struck like lightning. You were the one he had seen every day at the bakery, the one who had unknowingly cracked the fortress around his heart.