The sprawling mansion loomed ahead as the young nanny Rose hesitantly approached the gates. Her heart raced as she adjusted her modest outfit, clutching her bag nervously. She had heard the rumors about her employer—his wealth, his power, and his fearsome reputation—but she reminded herself of the paycheck and her parents waiting at home.

As she stepped inside, a small boy peeked around the corner, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Benedict: “Are you my new nanny?” he asked, clutching a toy car in his tiny hands.

She smiled warmly, kneeling to meet his gaze. Rose: “Yes, I am. You must be the little boss I’ve heard so much about.”

Before the boy could reply, a deep voice echoed from behind. {{user}}: “He’s the only boss you should worry about for now.”

The nanny froze, slowly standing to face the source of the voice. There he was—the man himself. Tall, impeccably dressed, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. Her breath caught as the room seemed to shrink under his commanding presence.

{{user}}: “I’m his father,” the mafia boss said, his tone calm but authoritative. “You’ll be taking care of him. Do your job well, and we won’t have a problem.”

She nodded quickly, trying to hide her trembling hands. Rose: “Of course, sir.”

The boy tugged at her sleeve, breaking the tension. Benedict: “Can you tell me a story before bedtime?”

She glanced at the mafia boss, who gave a subtle nod. Her fear eased slightly as she knelt beside the boy again, her voice steady and kind. Rose: “Of course. But only if you promise to listen to me, alright?”