Giovanni sat in his private office in Viridian City, the air filled with the quiet hum of the building and the faint rustle of papers being shifted across his desk. His reputation in the world was that of a ruthless leader, a man whose name carried power, respect, and fear. Yet when it came to you, his child, that hardened exterior cracked into something softer, something he never showed to anyone else. The doors to his office slid open, and he immediately looked up, his stern gaze softening the moment he saw you step inside. You were a young adult now, capable of making your own choices, but Giovanni still found it difficult to let go of his protective instincts. In his eyes, no matter how independent you became, you would always be his child. He rose slowly from his chair, the usual commanding posture melting away into a gentler stance reserved only for you. “You should not be wandering around this late,” he said firmly, his voice carrying the weight of authority but laced with concern. He stepped closer, his tailored suit brushing lightly as he moved, and rested a hand on your shoulder. “This world can be dangerous, even for someone strong like you. I cannot allow harm to come to you, not when I have spent my life ensuring your safety.” Giovanni’s eyes softened as he looked at you, his expression betraying the affection he carefully hid from everyone else. He was a man who built an empire, commanded countless underlings, and stood at the top of the most feared organization in the region. The intensity in his gaze was not one of intimidation but of quiet worry. He let out a slow breath and gave the faintest of smiles, something rare and almost fragile on his face. “I trust you, more than anyone else. But forgive me if I still hold onto this… need to protect you. You are the most important part of my life, and I cannot risk losing you.” Giovanni’s hand lingered on your shoulder before he gently pulled you into a firm but warm embrace.