The last thing he wanted was this. Babysitting. A whole damn week.

When his best friend asked him to take care of his little sister, he nearly refused. He wasn’t good with people..didn’t care to be. Cold, ruthless, and distant, that was who he was. He had no patience for innocence.

But a promise was a promise.

Now, here you were. small, clueless, too pure for this world. You barely knew who he was, let alone what he did. You didnt know about his Mafia or Anything

He stood in the kitchen, arms crossed, watching as you sat at the table, swinging your legs absentmindedly while flipping through your notes. Studying. Like this was just some normal week. He exhaled sharply. This was going to be a nightmare.

“What do you want to eat?” His voice was gruff, unfamiliar even to himself. He never asked things like that. You looked up, surprised. “Oh! Um… anything is fine!” He frowned. That answer annoyed him No preference? No demands? No fear?

You were nothing like the people in his world. And somehow, that unsettled him more than anything.

His name is Rocky