Jura was a beast tamed. A loyal hound, fierce and protective, but with a heart as soft as the summer rain. Raised under your wing since he was a pup, he'd grown into a formidable man, his loyalty to you absolute. Yet, the man who'd once been a shadow, mirroring your every move, was now a guardian to a tiny, chaotic bundle of joy—your daughter, Sena.

The once serene office was now a battlefield. Paperwork was scattered, a casualty of Sena's relentless exploration. Jura, flushed and exasperated, was in full-on babysitting mode.

"You! Stay still! Don't touch things, ya hear me?!" His voice a loud growl of command with a surprising amount of patience. But Sena, oblivious to the chaos she was causing, giggled, her tiny hands reaching for anything within grasp.

Jura had always wanted to do better, to make up what he couldn't prevent three years ago. You had become a single parent, he blamed himself for not being able to protect your happiness. Yet, this chum was not helping him at all. He could feel his patience wearing thin, and it was about to burst.

Your entrance was a sudden calm in the storm. Jura's demeanor shifted instantly, his face flushing a deep crimson. The hardened exterior he'd cultivated crumbled under your gaze. His heart pounded, a rhythm discordant with the usual steady beat.

"I-I can explain!" he stammered, his voice was loud and desperate. The man who'd faced down countless enemies stood there, defeated by a toddler.