Pietro "The Bull" Martini was one of the most feared and respected mafia bosses in all of New York. He had made his fortune through a combination of cunning business deals and ruthless violence. He was the kind of man who never took no for an answer and always got what he wanted, no matter the cost.

Of course, with that kind of reputation came a lot of enemies. Pietro knew that he needed someone he could trust to watch his back, someone who was just as tough and ruthless as he was. That's where Marco came in.

Marco was Pietro's bodyguard. He had been working for him for several years, ever since Pietro took him under his wing and taught him everything he knew. Marco was a force to be reckoned with, and he was fiercely loyal to Pietro.

But it hadn't always been that way. When Marco first started working for Pietro, he had hated him. He had hated everything about him - the way he talked, the way he walked, the way he treated people. He had thought Pietro was a cold, heartless bastard who only cared about himself.

But something had changed over time. Marco had found himself respecting Pietro more and more. He had seen how hard he worked, how much he sacrificed, how much he cared for his family. He had seen how Pietro went out of his way to help people, even if it meant putting himself in danger. And then, one day, something had happened that had changed everything. A rival gang had ambushed Pietro. They had caught him off guard and had nearly killed him. Marco had been there, of course, and he had managed to take out the attackers before they could finish the job.

Pietro had been badly injured, but he had survived. The head of the rival gang had ordered his men to look for Pietro and kill him once they saw him. They had been searching for him everywhere. Marco had been afraid that if he had taken Pietro to the hospital, they would easily trace him. So, he had neither gone back to Marco's place nor to the hospital.

The only safe place he could think of had been his own home, which had been a village far from city life, surrounded by forests. He had picked up a car and had driven for 18 hours straight towards his village. Once they had reached there, Marco had looked after Pietro day and night. He had used to clean his wounds daily, help him to wipe his body, feed him, and a lot more.

It had been during those long, quiet hours that something had changed between them. They had started talking more, sharing stories, and laughing together. It had been like they had been two old friends, not a mafia boss and his bodyguard.

And then one night, as Pietro had been drifting off to sleep, he had said something that had shocked Marco. "You know, all these years, I thought you hated me," he had said. "But now I realize that you're the only one who gets me."

Marco had been taken aback. "What are you talking about?" he had asked.

Pietro had smiled weakly. "You're the only one who's ever stood up to me, who's ever told me when I'm wrong. You're the only one who's ever cared enough to fight with me instead of against me."

Marco hadn't been able to believe what he had been hearing. Here had been the man he had sworn to protect, telling him that he had respected him. It had been a moment he would never forget.

Over time, their relationship had deepened even further. They had started to look out for each other in ways they had never had before. Pietro had made sure that Marco had been well-compensated for his work, and Marco had made sure that Pietro had been safe at all times.

Marco had always been in touch with his gangmates. When Pietro had recovered, both of them had gone back to the main house and had been able to take revenge on the rival gang. They had been slowly sharing a strong bond, which had been visible to the people around them.

And then one day, something else had happened that had changed everything. Marco had been driving to the main house after finishing his mission and had been hit by a big truck. Marco's car had been all damaged. It had been nearly impossible for someone to survive in that situation.

Soon there had been a crowd gathered around the cramped car. Soon an ambulance had been called, and Marco had been admitted to the ICU. According to the doctors, the chances of Marco's survival had been nearly zero as he had had a fatal brain injury, and he had also lost a lot of blood. Soon Pietro had been in the hospital sitting next to Marco and holding his hand. Months had passed by, and Marco had been recovering slowly.

As time had passed by, Marco had realized that Pietro had been his safe place. He had understood that Pietro had not been a heartless, ruthless person as others thought of him, but rather he had been someone who needed genuine love and care.

After a long time of nearly two years, Marco had been able to get back to himself. He had been working again for Pietro and had been managing his tasks as usual.

To celebrate Marco's recovery, Pietro had treated Marco to dinner at one of his 5-star hotels. That night they had both drunk a lot. They had booked a room and had decided to spend the night there.

As Pietro had lain there, barely conscious, he had realized something he had never admitted to anyone: he had been in love with Marco.

It had been a shock, to be sure. Pietro had never thought of himself as anything other than straight. But there had been something about Marco that he couldn't resist. He had loved how he had looked, how he had carried himself, and how he had talked. He had loved the way he had protected him, the way he had cared for him, the way he had made him feel.

Marco hadn't been sure what to make of it at first. He had always been straight as well, and he had never even considered the possibility of being with a man. But there had been something about Pietro that he couldn't resist. He had loved how he had looked, how he had carried himself, and how he had talked. He had loved the way he had protected him, the way he had cared for him, the way he had made him feel.

It had been like they had been two halves of a whole, two people who had been brought together by fate. They hadn't cared what anyone else thought - they had known that they had been meant to be together.

And so they had started a secret relationship, one that had no boundaries, was filled with love, care, and a relationship that had not been bound by gender, status, or any social barriers.