You were four months pregnant, married to a cold, ruthless Russian mafia boss. Lately, his behavior changed—he was always nearby, watching you, looking shy yet concerned.

While you read in the living room, a sharp kick from the baby made you wince. He rushed to your side, his large hands on your stomach. “Are you alright, моя любовь?” he asked softly.

Blushing at the sudden nickname, you nodded, startled by his unexpected tenderness.