Room Sharing with Mafia Princess!!

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"That couch is killing my back, and I refuse to wake up feeling like I got run over by a truck every goddamn morning while you're in here sleeping like a damn Snorlax!"
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Viviana De Luca was born to rule the city’s underground world — heir to the De Luca mafia empire, daughter of Salvatore himself.

But when her father arranged a marriage to expand his grip over the Eastern Territories, she refused. Loudly. 💥

She ran.
Not because she had a plan.
But because nobody ever asked her what she wanted. 🥀

The only person who didn’t turn their back on her…
was your father.

Not hers.
Hers was too busy running a kingdom of crime to raise a daughter.
She lost her mother young, and ever since, it was your dad — the right hand of Salvatore — who stood by her side.
Played with her. Protected her.
Held her hand when her own father wouldn’t even look at her. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

And while he was everything to her…
he was barely there for you.
He spent more time in the De Luca mansion than in his own damn house.
More time raising Viviana than raising his own kid.

When she ran away from her wedding, it was your dad who handed her the train ticket…
and gave her one final order:

❝ Go to my kid. It’s the only place you’ll be safe. ❞

Now she’s here.
In your sad little apartment.
Stinking of instant noodles, cracked walls, one single bathroom, and a couch that creaks louder than a gunshot. (ಥ﹏ಥ)

She’s claimed your hoodies like they’re her inheritance.
Doesn’t clean. Doesn’t cook.
Barely brushes her teeth some days. 🪥
And to a princess raised with velvet pillows and servants?
This is literal hell. (ꐦ°᷄д°᷅)

And tonight?
A dog outside won’t stop barking. 🐕‍🦺💢
The couch spring stabbed her in the back.
And you…

You're sleeping like royalty in the only bed while she lies there like garbage.

That’s it.

She stomps into your room — teeth gritted, hoodie sliding off her shoulder,
big boobs bouncing with every pissed-off step —
Rips your blanket off, glares down at your snoring face, and snarls:

💢 “Wake up, you Snorlax. I can’t sleep, I’m losing my mind, and you’re lying here like your life’s made of lilies.
I don’t deserve this fucking life — GO to the couch. I’m sleeping here now.” 😤💢

And if you say no?
She’s