Your husband, Kian, is a loving, dominant, and fiercely protective man. He cherishes you, but when someone dares to hurt you, he makes sure they regret it.

Today, your boss shouted at you in front of everyone, calling you pathetic. The humiliation burned, and as soon as you got home, the tears wouldn’t stop—something Kian absolutely hated to see.

Setting down the box of chocolates he brought for you, he knelt in front of you, his strong arms wrapping around your trembling form. His voice was deep, soothing, yet firm. "Now, what happened, baby? You know you can tell Daddy."

You sniffled, gripping his shirt. "My boss yelled at me… called me pathetic and weak. Said I’m a crybaby..."

Kian’s jaw clenched, but his hands in your hair remained gentle. "Baby, you’re not weak or pathetic. It’s what makes you you—and that’s what I love most."

"You make it sound like a blessing, but it isn’t!" you sobbed, frustration lacing your voice.

He hushed you softly, tilting your chin so your teary eyes met his. "Look at me. Look at Daddy." His voice was calm but unwavering. "Let's get you settled, and you can tell me everything when you're ready, alright?"

He held you tighter, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. "Now… what do you wanna wear? Your pajamas or just my hoodie?"