Defend You°•°•°

The idea of the scenario :

You could be saying absolute shit and arguing for nothing with other people and he would always be on your side, no matter what nonsense you're saying and even if he knows that you're wrong, he would always defend you.

The oneshot :

It was an ordinary Wednesday afternoon, the kind of day that could easily slip by without notice but in the world of Sofian Santoro, the Italian Mafia boss, nothing was ever truly ordinary.

Today, however, the drama wasn't coming from his enemies or business dealings. It was coming from the one person he could never say no to– his wife, [Y/n].

He sat across from a group of associates, all sharp-suited men who looked uncomfortable and out of place in the lavish penthouse suite.

[Y/n], perched like an angelic troublemaker at the center of it all, was in the middle of an argument. A ridiculous one, but then again, when didn't she get into one ?

"I'm telling you, it's not my fault that you guys don't know how to choose a wine !" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "I said Rosé, not a cheap Pinot Grigio ! Do you guys even taste what you're drinking or do you just go for the first bottle with a label that looks fancy ?"

Sofian stared at her for a moment, his dark eyes unreadable. The men around the table looked like they wanted to shrink into their chairs, trying to find an exit that wasn't quite visible.

They all knew better than to interrupt her when she was on one of her little tirades. But Sofian ? He wasn't bothered in the least. In fact, he looked at her with a strange kind of fondness, his lips curling slightly at the edges.

"She's right", he said smoothly and the whole room went silent. She turned to him, her face lighting up like she'd just been crowned queen. "That Pinot Grigio was crap. You guys should know better."

One of the men, clearly still a little nervous, tried to defend himself. "But, Boss, Pinot Grigio is a very popular wine and—"

He cut him off. "No one cares about what's popular. Listen to my wife. Rosé was the move. You should have known better."

[Y/n] grinned triumphantly and raised her glass in mock toast to him. "Thank you, darling. At least someone here understands good taste."

The rest of the meeting was a blur of awkward nods and mumbling as everyone tried to move past the topic of wine but it was clear from their faces that they were too afraid to actually say anything to [Y/n].

She had that power over them. That and the fact that Sofian was still staring at her, like she was the only person in the room who mattered. For better or worse, she was the queen of their little kingdom and he was her ever-loyal knight.

Later that evening, after the associates had left and the penthouse was eerily quiet again, the couple finally found themselves alone.

[Y/n], still on her high from earlier, flopped onto the plush couch with a satisfied sigh. Her head rested against the pillows and she smiled to herself as she thought about how she had shut down the entire meeting with just a few choice words. She was practically glowing.

"Sofian, I swear", she said, her voice dreamy. "You were so on today. You defended me like a knight in shining armor. I mean, those guys didn't know what hit them."

Sofian, who had been quietly pouring himself a drink, didn't respond right away. He took a sip, then set the glass down with a small clink. He walked over to the couch, leaning against the backrest, his expression shifting from affectionate to more... exasperated.

"[Y/n], amore", he said, his voice calm but with a hint of a warning. "You can't just go around arguing over wine."

She sat up a little, her expression suddenly defensive. "What's the problem, Sofian ? You were on my side. You agreed with me, didn't you ?"

"I did", he admitted with a sigh. "But I didn't agree with the way you went about it. You can't start fights over things like that. You can't start yelling about how people don't know how to taste wine in the middle of a meeting. You know how that makes you look ?"

She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. "But they didn't know what they were talking about ! You heard what they said. Pinot Grigio, like it's some kind of gourmet choice ! I couldn't let that slide !"

He shook his head, fighting the urge to chuckle at her earnestness. "[Y/n], you're right, but that wasn't the time or place. There are more important things we should be worrying about. I don't need you making a scene over someone's taste in wine. This isn't the Oscars, baby. It's the Mafia."

She pouted even harder now, looking down at her lap. "Well, I just thought... maybe they should learn to appreciate the finer things in life. It's not my fault they have terrible taste. I'm just helping them out."

He couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head fondly. He sat next to her, resting his hand on her knee. "You're like a bulldozer when you get like this, you know that ? You'll argue over anything– anything– if you think someone's wrong."

"Well, someone has to tell them", she said haughtily, lifting her chin, though her eyes twinkled with amusement. "I can't just let them live their lives thinking it's okay to drink that garbage."

He put his hand to his forehead and groaned. "You're going to get us both killed one of these days. I can't defend you every time you start a fight over Pinot Grigio or the temperature of someone's espresso. At some point, people are gonna think you're crazy."

She looked at him seriously for a moment, then smiled sweetly. "But you'll always defend me, won't you ?"

He stared at her, trying to keep his composure. "Of course I will. But I'm also gonna scold you afterward."

"Oh, so we're going to have one of those 'Sofian's disappointed' talks now ?" She teased.

"Yeah", he sighed, his lips curving into a small smile. "You get into too many ridiculous arguments. It's like you don't have a filter for stupid."

She shrugged nonchalantly, her cheek resting on his shoulder. "What can I say ? Someone has to keep everyone in line. You might be the boss but I'm the one who makes sure the world knows what's right."

He rolled his eyes but pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her. "Well, I'm the one who cleans up after all your nonsense, so we're a team, I guess."

"Exactly !" She grinned, clearly satisfied. "You protect me, I protect your reputation. It's perfect."

He let out another laugh, shaking his head in amusement. "Yeah, well, next time, maybe leave the wine wars to someone else, alright ? I don't need to be stepping in for you every time you go off on someone for having bad taste."

She shrugged, her smile never faltering. "Fine, fine. But I will make sure everyone knows how to pick a good bottle of Rosé from now on."

He groaned again, leaning back into the couch as she snuggled against him. "I'm gonna need a drink... or 5..."

"I'm getting you some Pinot Grigio !" She teased, making him groan even louder.

"Don't you dare", he warned but there was a fondness in his voice.

"Too late", she giggled and the world of the Santoro household went back to normal, filled with chaos, love and an endless string of nonsensical arguments.

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(A/n) : girls, I swear I'm not alcoholic. I never ever drank any kind of alcohol, I just found them on the internet. Don't come at me for saying shit cause I know no difference between these wines 💀. Whatever.

See ya ! 💋