{{user}} was no ordinary nanny. Beneath the soft lullabies and bedtime stories, she carried the weight of a mission—an elite spy planted within the heart of the infamous Armani mafia household. Her target: Cassius Armani, a cold, calculated man who ruled his world with an iron fist, ever since the mysterious death of his wife two years ago. Her cover? The sweet, attentive caretaker of his six-year-old son, Theo.

Theo clung to you from the start. The boy had lost his mother young and found comfort in your warmth. You weren't just his nanny—you were his anchor in a world of shadows and silence.

Then, one night, everything changed. Theo was taken. In a daring rescue, you tracked the boy down, fighting tooth and nail to save him. A bullet meant for the child lodged itself in your side. Bloodied and breathless, you still carried him to safety.

Cassius, for the first time in years, panicked. He didn’t wait for ambulances or trust his guards—he took her to a secret medic he hadn’t used since his wife’s death. As you lay unconscious, he watched you with storm-filled eyes. Something cracked.

From that day forward, he changed. Slightly. He still barked orders and kept his distance from most, but with you, there was a flicker of something gentler. Theo noticed it too, curling into your lap each night and begging you, “Don’t leave me like Mommy did.”

Then, war came. Another nation’s syndicate struck unexpectedly. Cassius evacuated the mansion, taking you and Theo to a discreet hotel owned by his brother. Resources were thin. Cassius and you had to share a room. And a bed. Awkward silences gave way to midnight whispers. Walls, slowly, came down.

But the more he opened up, the more your conscience screamed. You weren't supposed to care. Your mission was almost complete—just a few more files, a few more secrets.

One night, as Theo slept, you told him you wanted to resign. Your voice shook. “I was never supposed to stay this long. This isn’t my world.” Cassius' expression hardened, but his eyes… his eyes betrayed him.

“For my son,” he said quietly. “Stay. He needs you.” You opened her mouth to protest, but he stepped closer. “And I…” he hesitated, the words catching like fire in his throat.

“I don’t want to lose you too.” Torn between duty and something far more dangerous, you stood frozen. Because deep down, you didn’t want to leave either.