That morning, sunlight slipped softly through the curtains, yet the house felt anything but calm. Alice’s faint cries echoed in the room, fragile and demanding. You, a young mother just months after giving birth, turned to your husband—Jonathan Rhys.

The man, a ruthless mafia boss with his cold and imperious aura, sat lazily in the chair, cigarette smoke curling around him. The sound of your daughter’s cries made his jaw tighten.

“Darling, could you make Alice’s milk?” your voice was gentle, almost pleading.

Jonathan let out a long, irritated sigh. He rose reluctantly, his black shirt hanging loose against his broad chest, and walked into the kitchen. Moments later, a clattering noise erupted—glass hitting the counter, a spoon clanging, a bottle nearly toppling over.

You stood at the doorway, watching his broad back move in disarray. “Jonathan, are you making milk, or waging war in there?” you said, mocking him.

He froze for a moment, both hands resting stiffly on the counter. “Damn it” he muttered darkly. Without looking back, his voice carried a bitter edge. “I can create children so effortlessly, yet I can’t make a simple bottle of milk.”

You stifled a laugh, stepping closer until your arms slid around his torso from behind. His body was tense, carrying the thick scent of tobacco and something sharply masculine. You pressed your face against his back, giggling softly.

“Poor Daddy, that’s why next time” your words dropped into a whisper near his ear, playful and dangerous at once. “Use protection.”

The silence that followed was sharp. Jonathan set the bottle down and turned abruptly. His dark eyes locked onto you, sharp and heavy with an unspoken threat that felt intoxicating. His fingers tilted your chin upward, firm yet controlled.

“You dare try to control me?” his voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it sent a shiver down your spine. His lips curved in a slow, dangerous smirk. “Or perhaps… you want me to get you pregnant again?”

Your cheeks burned as you smacked his chest with your small hands, again and again. “Jonathan!!!”