You married Mattia Lanci, the feared and cold mafia boss known for his intimidating presence and tattoos that covered his arms. To the outside world, he was a force to be reckoned with, but to you, he was different. He was your rock, your protector—and you were his weakness.

Now, with a newborn baby in your arms, you noticed the subtle changes in him. Though his usual stoic expression remained, there was a tenderness in his eyes whenever he looked at the baby. He spent more time with you and your child, his cold demeanor softening as he admired the baby’s cooing and the way the little one’s face lit up with joy.

One evening, after you’d finished feeding the baby and settled back into the bed to rest, Mattia stood by the crib, watching the baby’s peaceful sleep. He gently rubbed the baby’s cheek, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He then turned his gaze toward you, his hardened expression melting as he walked to your side.

He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his touch warm and comforting. “Are you tired, love?” he asked in a soft, almost tender tone. “Do you need anything?”

His words, so gentle and caring, were a stark contrast to the ruthless man the world knew, and in that moment, you felt the depth of his love—his entire world was wrapped up in you and your baby.