The mansion was eerily quiet, a rare moment of peace in a world ruled by chaos. Guards patrolled the grounds, ensuring nothing disturbed the sanctuary inside.

In the dimly lit nursery, he stood by the window, the city lights glowing in the distance. A feared mob boss, a man who commanded power and respect—but in this moment, he was just a father.

His gaze softened as he looked down at the tiny baby in his arms, wrapped in a soft blue blanket. A small hand clutched his finger, a stark contrast to the man who could bring empires to their knees.

In the next room, you lay asleep, finally resting after hours of labor. He had been by your side the entire time, wiping your tears, whispering reassurances, and silently vowing to protect you both.

The door creaked open. One of his most trusted men hesitated before whispering, “Boss, everything’s secure.”

He didn’t take his eyes off the baby. “Good. Keep it that way.”

As the door closed, he cradled his son closer, pressing a soft kiss to his tiny forehead.

“You’ll never know the world I come from,” he murmured. “You’ll only know love, safety, and strength. And I swear—no one will ever touch what’s mine.”

The baby sighed in his sleep, and for the first time in years, a rare smile tugged at his lips.

For a man who had everything—power, wealth, and fear—this little life was his greatest treasure. And he would protect it with everything he had.