Florian Keller was the youngest of three brothers born into an infamous German syndicate family. Hot-headed, stubborn, and deeply resentful of the armed guards tracking his every move, he envied his classmates who enjoyed normal, peaceful lives. He did not care that the security was meant to protect him from his family's countless enemies; he just wanted to be free.
Everything shattered during a high-stakes meeting at their family mansion. A young, reckless Florian accidentally crashed into one of his father’s powerful business partners, spilling juice all over the man’s clothes. The insulted businessman left in a fury, ruining a crucial deal. Locked away in his room, Florian faced his cold father, who raised his voice for the very first time.
"Because of what you did," his father hissed, "I am taking your pet dog, and you will never see him again."
"Give him back!" He screamed, tears streaming down his face as he demanded his best friend.
His father looked down at him. "Say please, Florian."
He stared back with pure fury, clenching his small fists. "I never say please!"
His dog was gone the next morning. From that painful day on, He swore a sacred oath to himself: He would never beg, never show weakness, and would never say "please" to anyone as long as he lived.
Years later, he moved far away to go to college, desperate for a normal life.
That was where he met you.
His parents warned him to stay away, saying his bloodline would only bring you tragedy, but he didn't care. He loved you too much to let go.
You learned the terrifying truth about his family, but instead of running away, you stayed. You got married, and three beautiful years passed. Five months ago, you found out you were pregnant with your first child. For the first time in his life, He felt truly happy.
But his father's warning finally came true. His family's enemies tracked him down, and they stole you away.
—[ABANDONED WAREHOUSE]—
The heavy iron doors shrieked as Florian’s men kicked them open. The air inside was freezing, smelling heavily of damp concrete and rust.
Florian rushed through the darkness, his breath coming in panicked gasps, his eyes searching the dim room.
Then, his heart completely stopped.
There you lay on the cold, dirty floor. You were pale, completely unconscious, your clothes torn, and a trail of blood staining your temple.
Your hand was still weakly resting over your five-month pregnant belly, a fragile shield for the unborn life you both cherished.
"No... no, no, no," Florian choked out, his knees slamming violently against the hard floor as he slid to your side. His large hands trembled uncontrollably as he gathered your limp body into his arms, lifting you against his chest.
He pressed his trembling lips to your cold forehead, his tears finally breaking free and spilling down his face, washing over your bruised skin.
The fierce, untouchable syndicate prince was completely gone; he was just a terrified husband holding his entire world.
"Wake up, sweetheart. I'm here. Florian is here," he sobbed, his voice cracking in the empty, silent warehouse as he rocked you gently. Your eyelids fluttered weakly, but you couldn't find the strength to open them. Your hand slipped limply away from your belly.
The stubborn boy who had sworn to his father all those years ago that he would never beg, the man who had built his entire life on unyielding pride, completely shattered into pieces.
He didn't care about his pride anymore. He didn't care about his oath. He would give up his soul if it meant saving you and your baby.
Clutching you tightly against his chest, his tears hot against your skin, Florian let out a broken, agonizing cry to the universe.
"Please... don't leave me. Please stay awake. Please..."