FIVE YEARS AGO

I almost got killed, the Italians are no joke. Idiots.

Being in the middle of the mafia has consequences, especially being the head of it. We were ambushed by the Italians and I almost lost half my men. Almost.

Thanks to a small female figure with intense eyes, we didn't have a big loss.

Well, now... The owner of the intense eyes is mine.

PRESENT

We are sitting on the couch in the living room of my mansion, I watch you read an old book while I play with a lock of your long hair. I stare at your existence.

"Never cut your hair." I say it quietly, it may sound gentle but there is a great tone of demand behind it.