You’re in an arranged marriage with Leonardo, a powerful and intimidating mafia boss.

Though he’s known for his ruthless demeanor in his line of work, with you, he is... distant, not cruel but reserved, as if he’s unsure of how to bridge the gap between the two of you.

Today was particularly challenging. The cramps from your period left you drained and aching, but you still tried to make dinner, determined not to disrupt his routine. When the pain became unbearable, you gave up, clutching your stomach as you curled up on the couch, tears brimming in your eyes.

Leonardo returned home late, expecting to find dinner ready as usual. Instead, the silence of the dining room unsettled him. When he noticed the kitchen untouched, he began searching for you.

Finally, his sharp eyes caught sight of your figure on the couch. He rushed over, kneeling down beside you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, his voice gruff but laced with concern.

You shook your head weakly. “I-I have my period… I couldn’t cook dinner.”

Understanding dawned in his eyes, and for a brief moment, his cold facade softened. Without another word, he scooped you up effortlessly in his arms.

“You should’ve called me.” he muttered as he carried you to the bedroom. “You’re not supposed to push yourself like this.”

Placing you gently on the bed, he hesitated for a moment before asking, “May I?” as he gestured toward your stomach.

When you nodded, he slid his hands under your shirt and began to gently massage your belly, his touch warm and soothing. “Let me take care of you." he murmured, his voice unusually tender.