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I love Ricardo! Give me more Ricardo!!! Lol, I may have gotten a bit carried away, but you don’t mind, right anon? Hehe. Hope you enjoy!

// Admin Chrome

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Giotto:

He loved the way you carried yourself. The way your eyes hardened when some guest tried to flirt with you, and the piercing words that soon followed when the guest tried to feel you up. The defiance and confidence that you held was what attracted him to you. Giotto wanted to tame your fiery personality.

It wasn’t just your personality, though. He loved the way the maid outfit looked on you. The way the dress hugged you in all the right places, and how the apron was tied around your waist. Your hair being tied up, showing off your beautiful neck, really was the icing on the cake. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to see you just dressed in that apron.

However, Giotto kept his love hidden for a long while. He knew that having relations with a worker of his would undoubtedly earn him a lecture from G. So, Giotto looked, but did not touch. He was fine with watching you move about his mansion, sometimes getting a glimpse of you bending over to clean the floor, or catching you when you accidentally trip yourself.

Giotto’s hidden love had come to an end soon enough. He should have known that a man would try to tame you. It was obvious that one day you were going to be claimed by a man other than him. That didn’t mean that Giotto was going to let this man steal your heart, which was why Giotto had broken the man’s arm when he tried to feel you up.

“In no house of mine will it ever be okay for you to touch my woman.” The atmosphere in the room soon turned icy, and the man visibly trembled at Giotto’s dark expression. The man tugged his useless hand out of Giotto’s grasp, and ran away with his tail between his legs.

You were frozen in shock. Did Giotto just proclaim his love for you? Has your unrequited love been returned?

Your thoughts were answered when suddenly you were up against a wall, with Giotto’s lips locked with yours. The kiss was fierce and bruising, leaving no air to be taken in. Once the two of you separated, Giotto rested his forehead against yours, his breaths coming out in slow pants.

“I love you, [Name].”

Secondo / Ricardo:

The second Vongola Boss barely noticed you at first. You were just another faceless being in the crowd. He didn’t have time to associate himself with the staff of the mansion as they were the low-class civilians and he was at the top of the food chain.

But, you changed all that.

The beginning of it all was when he caught your wonderful scent as you bustled about the mansion. It was the day of one of the parties he was forced to hold to keep up the business relationships. Ricardo was increasingly feeling annoyed at the constant movement around him. However, once he inhaled your perfume, it’s like the world calmed down around him.

It was a beautiful smell of roses and a spice he could not remember.

That was when he actually took notice of you. Just wanting to be around you so you could keep him calm soon turned into wanting to see you just because he loved seeing your expressions and actions. The way you scrunched up your nose in agitation at a stain, or how you always twirled your finger into your hair when you got bored or dazed.

Ricardo wouldn’t admit he was in love.

He told himself it wasn’t love when he took you to bed one day. Ricardo had seduced you while you were cleaning his bedroom, his half buttoned shirt and tight leather pants were no match for a weak-willed mind like you. As Ricardo marveled at your varying expressions of pleasure, the rapid beating in his chest didn’t have anything to do with love.

It wasn’t love when Ricardo would brush your hair behind your ear, and just stare into your eyes, his mind comparing to anything he could think of: the moon, flowers, stars, jewels. There was no love when he thought of how much he wanted to kiss you when you smiled at him and your face blossomed red whenever he talked to you.

There was no love between the two of you when Ricardo took the other woman to bed, her body and actions never once up to par with the ones you gave him. The feeling of his heart sinking as you were the one to discover the mess in the morning, and how you kept your eyes from meeting his as you made the bed and fetched the lady her clothes was definitely not love.

The love was acknowledged when you were no longer by his side anymore. You didn’t come around his quarters of the mansion when Ricardo was there, obviously having changed your cleaning schedule for when the boss was absent. The fluffed pillows and neatly tucked in bed sheets were the only reminder of your presence. He wanted you to be there with him always.

The world around him felt empty, and that made him angry. The anger had him storming to your living quarters, and dragging you to his bedroom, despite your protests. Once you were in the room, you were crowded against the door, his whole body blocking everything from view. His hands were sinking into your skin, no doubt leaving marks. It made you cringe.

“If you want me to love you, I will give you my entire heart. As long as you don’t ever fucking dare disappear from me again.” Ricardo then sealed the deal with a kiss.

He was definitely in love.

Squalo:

It should have been obvious to you from the beginning that Squalo fancied you.

The man had made you his very own “personal” maid, which meant that you had to wear those ridiculously frilly and dramatically revealing maid uniforms that you could probably find at a cheap Halloween shop. It was super embarrassing to be seen walking around in the outfit, but, Squalo had been merciful enough to only have you wear it when the two of you were the only ones in the room.

His hands would sometimes drag themselves over the sheer stockings, all the way up your thigh, almost underneath the monstrosity that was that slutty little dress. At your comment of reporting sexual harassment, he would throw a little scowl at you, before removing his hands completely. The little redness that tinted his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed.

You dismissed this as his teasing, however, you knew, deep down, that it must have deeper meaning. Squalo never touched any of his other employees like he did to you. You had somehow become an exception, yet you didn’t know why.

The reason only came to light days later.

Squalo’s eyes followed you as you cleaned every little crevice in the room. He sat on his leather love seat, every now and then he would take a sip at his red wine that sat on the little table next to the coach. The attention made you more than a little self-conscious at your attire.

As you started to tug at the flimsy fabric barely covering anything, Squalo met your eyes. It shocked you at how his gaze seemed to make you freeze what you were doing. The two of you stared at the other for what seemed like hours, before either one moved.

It was Squalo who moved first. He slowly got up, and leisurely walked over to you. Once he reached you, his hand carefully touched your cheek, caressing it. Squalo started to lean in, and before his lips met yours, he spoke.

“Oi, just so you know, I love you.”