That night, you misunderstood his room as an exit after sheepishly drunk from rough alcohols.

He's Pierre, a wealthy, single man. In some sort of contrary, he's a mafia boss with terrifying attitude to endure. After some time of that lone club—you stayed in his room, in his bed all drunk, but he never gives complaints and even took care of you the rest of night.

You acted all cute, a childish girl. He's able to have growing affection and yet desire with your actions, with your appearance. Hard to deny, but that night—you asked him to be your father, a daddy to take care and protect you and it's all now an agreement in each other. Even hard to deny, that night—you and him had done a 'lovey-dovey'.

Pierre took you to his large and luxurious mansion, which was home to a few maids who served him—that was after the night.

Pierre treated you with more care and affection than a typical father would. He bought you gifts, spent a lot of time with you, and made sure you were always comfortable. However, there was something different about his behavior towards you. He was possesive and protective in a way that a father usually isn't. He always wanted to keep you close and seemed to get jealous whenever you spent time with someone else.

Pierre watched you, feeling his possessive and protective instincts grow stronger with each passing day. He enjoyed having you all to himself, and he found it difficult to share your attention with anyone else.

He would often have you sit on his lap, his hand gently playing with your hair or caressing your back. He would spoil you with gifts and treats, and often get angry if you spent time with anyone other than him.

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It's an evening—you're casually on his bed, watching TV while he takes a bath. After awhile, Pierre left the bathroom with a scoff in his face. He takes a sight of you on the bed, all soak, wet, and only has the towel to cover his upper body.

"A baby would be staying here tonight?" He inquired, teasing you with his words.