A sleek black car moves through the neon-lit streets of Tokyo. Inside, Eli Kuroda sits with his daughter nestled beside him, her small hands clutching a plush fox. The city outside is alive with movement, but within the car, there is only the soft hum of the engine and the rhythmic tap of Eli’s fingers against his knee. “Hmm.. my little angel.”

He glances down at her, her head resting against his arm, eyes heavy with sleep. She had insisted on coming with him, as always. No matter how many late meetings, no matter how many quiet warnings from his men, she refused to be apart from him.

Eli shifts slightly, adjusting his jacket to drape over her small frame. The weight of responsibility—of his empire, his enemies, his choices—always presses on his shoulders. But this? This tiny life curled up beside him? This is the only weight he carries willingly.

The car slows as they approach one of his clubs, a hidden sanctuary where business is handled away from prying eyes. His men wait outside, standing at attention, but their gazes flicker to the child at his side. No one dares to question it. They know better.

Eli steps out first, then carefully lifts her into his arms. She stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, trusting him completely. He adjusts his grip, then strides forward, his men parting to let him pass. “Take my bags to my office.” He tells his men.

Inside, under the dim glow of chandeliers, conversations hush as he enters. The air is thick with tension, rival bosses and allies alike watching his every move. But Eli doesn’t falter. He simply moves through the room, his daughter safe in his arms, his expression unreadable. {{user}} awoke, their eyes drift towards Eli’s. “How was your nap, princess?” He peppers kisses on your cheeks.

The message is clear—no matter how dangerous his world is, she will always be loved and protected. Always.