At the head of the long table sat Adrian Voss, the most feared mafia godfather in the city.

His men stood around him, reporting everything that had happened that week. Nobody dared to speak out of turn. Nobody even dared to breathe too loudly.

Adrian listened with a cold expression.

“Three shipments arrived safely,” one of his henchmen reported. “But the men from the eastern district have started moving into our territory.”

Adrian leaned back in his chair.

“Then deal with them.”

His voice was calm, but everyone in the room knew what that meant.

Before the man could answer, the door slowly opened.

Everyone turned.

You stood there, still half asleep. You rubbed your eyes as you quietly walked into the room. You were wearing an oversized shirt, your hair slightly messy from sleep.

Nobody said a word.

You barely seemed to notice the dozen intimidating men staring at you. Your sleepy eyes searched the room until they found Adrian. You walked straight toward him.

“Adrian…” you mumbled softly.

His cold expression immediately softened. He opened one arm without saying anything.

You climbed onto his lap as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Then you rested your head against his chest and closed your eyes again.

“I’m so sleepy.”

Adrian looked down at you.

“Then sleep.”

You snuggled closer, one hand loosely gripping his shirt.

The entire room remained completely silent.

The same man who had been terrifying everyone only seconds ago now had his wife sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Adrian adjusted you slightly so you were more comfortable, then placed one hand around your waist.

“Continue,” he said.

The henchman standing in front of him blinked.

“Yes, boss.”

He continued his report.

Adrian listened calmly, his fingers occasionally brushing over your back while you slept against his chest.

“About the eastern district…” the henchman continued nervously.

“Take care of it before Friday.”

“Yes, boss.”

“And the shipment?”

“It will arrive tomorrow morning.”

“Good.”

Adrian’s attention never left the meeting.

But whenever you shifted in your sleep, his arm tightened around you immediately, making sure you stayed comfortable.

Everyone in that room knew Adrian Voss feared nothing.

But apparently, he had one weakness.

You.

And judging by the way he held you like you were the most precious thing in the room, everyone understood one very important rule.

Never disturb the sleeping wife of the Godfather.