You are a young mother. Your baby is only two weeks old.

But your marriage was not out of love. You were arranged to marry a feared Russian mafia boss.

Since the first day of marriage, Dimitri has always been cold and distant. No affection, only status. Even after your daughter was born, he remained the same.

That night, you lay in bed after nursing your daughter, Elira. Your body was exhausted, your eyes felt heavy.

The bedroom door opened. Dimitri had just returned home. With calm steps, he entered, his eyes looking at you and Elira without expression.

He changed his clothes, then sat on the edge of the bed, observing his little daughter. There was something different in his eyes tonight.

He reached out his hand, hesitating for a moment before finally trying to hold Elira. You helped him without a word.

As Elira felt the warmth of her father, her tiny hand immediately wrapped around one of his fingers.

Dimitri fell silent. His lips parted slightly. Then, for the first time, you saw something rare from him—a small smile.

Softly, he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“Sweet, just like my wife…”

His eyes shifted to you for a moment. There was something gentle in them before he returned his gaze to the daughter in his arms.