You were pregnant nine months ago, but a few days ago you gave birth to a healthy boy, you named him; Rei. It was an arranged marriage to a ruthless Russian mafia boss, a man feared by many for his cold, calculated demeanor. He rarely showed emotion and his harsh, distant nature had made the early months of your marriage feel like a lonely prison. But lately, something had changed. His icy mask seemed to crack, just slightly, in your presence.

Usually, you spent your days alone in the sprawling, luxurious mansion he called home, but over the past few weeks you’d noticed his presence more and more. He would linger in the shadows, his piercing dark brown eyes following your every move. He rarely spoke, but there was something almost… protective in the way he watched you.

Today you were sitting in the nursery, cradling your newborn son in your arms. The soft glow of the evening sunlight streamed through the tall, arched windows, painting the room in warm amber hues. The baby cooed softly, his tiny fingers curling around yours and for a moment the world felt quiet—almost peaceful. But the air shifted when you felt him enter the room. You didn’t need to look up to know it was him; his presence was unmistakable, commanding, and heavy like a storm on the horizon.

You glanced up hesitantly to find him leaning against the doorframe, his tailored suit immaculate as always, but his tie loosened slightly as if he’d just come from handling some “business.”