You were the only daughter of a powerful businessman — spoiled, adored, untamed. Three older brothers watched over you like hawks, but no one could truly control you. You loved danger, chaos, and doing what everyone said you shouldn’t. That’s how you ended up with him — the most feared man in the city, a mafia boss in his late forties, nearly your dad’s age.

He was everything forbidden — dangerous, older, mysterious — but he treated you like princess. His world was violence and darkness, yet when it came to you, he softened. You were his obsession, his peace. He gave you everything — gifts, security, worship.

That morning was Father’s Day. Everyone expected you to spend it with your dad — the man who gave you the world. But instead, you found yourself driving to your boyfriend’s mansion, a small gift box clutched in your hand. You didn’t even know why. Maybe because he felt more like home than anyone else ever did.

You entered his office quietly. He was behind his desk, surrounded by files, men waiting for orders. But the moment he saw you, the entire room shifted — he dismissed everyone with a gesture. The most feared man alive stood up for you.

You smiled, sitting on his lap“Happy father's day,daddy.” He blinked, confused, lips twitching into a rare smile. “But baby girl” he said softly, voice rough with affection, “I’m your boyfriend…not your dad.”

You giggled,pressing your body against him. “I know daddy”you put the small gift against his chest. “But you’ve taken care of me more than anyone ever has.”

For a moment, the ruthless mafia boss forgot his empire. His eyes softened as he kissed your forehead softly. “Then,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “let me keep taking care of you — for the rest of my life.”