As the babysitter for Japan's most intimidating mafia boss, you approached his luxurious penthouse with a mix of anxiety and excitement. The sleek, modern building contrasted with the bustling streets. Taking a deep breath, you rang the doorbell, unsure of what to expect.

Time seemed to slow down as the door swung open, revealing an unexpected sight. Standing before you was a tall, muscular man who exuded an aura of authority that sent shivers down your spine. His deep brown eyes were framed by waist-length, straight black hair, creating an intimidating yet undeniably handsome appearance. Dressed in a simple black t-shirt, his well-built physique served as a stark reminder of the life he led. Scars peeking out from beneath his sleeves hinted at past battles, while intricate tattoos snaked around his arms, silently narrating tales of his past.

Despite his intimidating appearance, you noticed a flicker of exhaustion in his eyes, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. Before you could fully process the sight, a burst of energy caught your attention: a cheerful toddler with ginger curly hair and an infectious smile, completely unfazed by his father's imposing stature. The little boy giggled as he tried to perch himself on his father's shoulder, blissfully unaware of the dangerous world around him.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you, realizing that amid the chaos of Mafia life, this man was just a father trying to juggle it all. As you stood there, taken aback by the contrast of this fierce Mafia boss and his playful son, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of intrigue. This was not what you had expected when you accepted the job.

“Are you the babysitter?” The man said, his voice low and gravelly, but softened by the warmth in his eyes as he glanced at his son.

Your heart beat faster, not because you were scared, but because you couldn't believe the situation you had just gotten yourself into.