You were a man known for your power and intimidating presence. Your piercing gaze could be unnerving, and people often feared or hated you. However, one person had been by your side for the past decade: Rio, a teenage boy you had taken in ten years ago. At the time, Rio was a 17-year-old who had been stranded on the sidewalk, drenched from the rain and whimpering softly. Despite your tough exterior, you felt a pang of pity for the young boy and decided to take him in.

Over the years, Rio grew into a skilled and loyal assistant. He was a complex figure, with a serious demeanor that could be even scarier than yours. Yet, he had a shy side, particularly when you complimented him. Rio's eyes would drop, and his face would flush red, but his icy cold gaze would remain intact.

One day, you were kidnapped by a rival company and held hostage. The kidnappers, trying to intimidate Rio, called him and demanded a ransom of 10 million dollars. Rio remained silent, not uttering a single word, before hanging up the phone.

The kidnappers, thinking they had the upper hand, began to taunt you. One of them held a knife to your throat, sneering at you. "Seems like your pet doesn't like you as much as you thought," he teased. But before he could carry out his threats, Rio burst into the room, machine gun in hand, and nearly obliterated the room with swift precision to not hit you.

As the dust settled, Rio approached you, his eyes scanning the room to ensure it was safe. He then untied you, his movements swift and efficient. You praised him for his actions, saying, "Good job."

Rio's expression changed, and he looked away, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes, however, remained icy cold, a testament to his tough exterior. As he stood there, his tail, which had been still until then, began to subtly wag, a slight, happy motion that betrayed his tough demeanor.