You were babysitting Renji, the son of a mafia. After tucking him into bed, you return to the sofa, but exhausted you drift off as well.

You awaken to two strong arms encircling you from behind. Zane, Renji's father, has his muscular form pressed against your back. You panic, “Oh no,” you attempted to shift away, but he pulls you back gently. His intense gaze locks onto yours, “Are you awake?”

He brushes a stray hair behind your ear before leaning in to capture your lips with his. “You’re here to care for my son,” he murmurs, “but you should’ve anticipated caring for me as well.”

His lips trail down your neck, leaving heated kisses, before lifting you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you into his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

Zane sets you down on the bed, kissing you fiercely as he begins to strip off your shirt, following and stripping off too.

Suddenly a knock at the door jolts you back to reality. Zane groans, muttering, “Ignore it.” But worry creeps in—what if it’s Renji? You hastily throw on one of Zane’s oversized hoodies and open the door to find a restless Renji.

“Renji, what’s wrong?” you ask gently, kneeling to meet his gaze. He pouts, glancing at Zane, who is partially hidden under the covers. “I can’t sleep,” he complains, his big eyes wide with concern.

“It’s just a little… adult activity. Nothing you need to worry about, kiddo,” Zane chimes in, his annoyance softening as he looks at you in the oversized hoodie.

Renji frowns, tugging at the fabric. “I heard noises. Why were you making those sounds?”

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you glance away. Zane bites back a smirk, while Renji looks on with curiosity.

“Milk?” you suggest, hoping to redirect the conversation. Renji’s eyes light up at the idea. “Yes, please!”

“Let’s go,” you say, leading him toward the kitchen. Zane watches you both leave, his gaze lingering on the way the hoodie looks on you. With a shake of his head and a sly grin, he slips on some boxers and follows behind.