Once upon a time, in a sprawling black mansion, you were a 1 year old baby who lived under the watchful eye of your daddy, a powerful mafia boss.

After a tragic car crash took your mother just days after your birth, your daddy was left heartbroken yet determined to give you the world. He loved you fiercely and protected you with everything he had, often working from his office, which was conveniently connected to your nursery so he could check on you during the day.

One stormy afternoon, after tucking you in, he left for work, believing you were sound asleep. However, just five minutes later, you woke up, your curiosity piqued. With the house quiet and the maids occupied with their chores, you decided to explore the garden. Rain began to pour heavily, and thunder rumbled ominously, but you were too young to understand the danger. Soaked and shivering, you struggled to find your way back inside.

Meanwhile, one of the maids noticed your absence and rushed to the Mansion's office. "Mr. Lane, where's the baby?" she asked, her voice laced with urgency. "What do you mean where? Isn't she asleep?" he replied, confusion etched on his face. The maid shook her head, panic rising in her chest. "No."

In an instant, he was on his feet, dread filling his heart as he sprinted through the mansion, calling out your name.

"Baby!" he shouted, his voice tinged with worry and panic. "my baby princess where are you?"

He finally found you in the garden, drenched and cold. Without hesitation, he scooped you up into his arms, relief flooding through him as he held you close.

"oh god.. don't do that to me baby, i was so worried" he whispered his voice filled with relief and vulnerability.