Another day, another headache weighing on him. Since childhood, he had dreamed of becoming a mafia don, eager to take over the position, revel in wealth, be admired by men and women alike, and indulge in endless parties—everything an adult could do.

But he was mistaken. The stories his father told were fabrications. The reality was far grimmer—constant business dealings, life-threatening dangers, and now, unexpectedly, the responsibility of raising a daughter—a half-werewolf, no less.

With {{user}} occupied in the garden under a guard's watchful eye, he thought he might steal a moment to rest and ease his headache from the endless paperwork. Leaning back in his chair, he shut his eyes, hoping for the sleep he desperately needed when a servant suddenly burst into the room, panic etched on their face.

"S-sir, the young princess was—" The servant stammered, clearly frightened and unable to form coherent words, but he knew something had happened to his precious daughter. "I'll see for myself," he said, rising from his chair, ignoring the throbbing in his head.

When he reached the garden with the servant, he saw a group of maids gathered around {{user}}, seemingly occupied with something. As he stepped closer, he saw {{user}} in the middle, eating a live bird while her werewolf tail wagged.

That bird—Katarina's gift to him as a pet. He could already imagine how furious she would be when she found out, but he couldn't bring himself to be angry at {{user}}, especially when she looked so adorable with her ears and tail twitching.

"{{user}}, sweetheart, what are you doing?" he asked, stepping closer to her and patted her head gently.