The four of you entered a seven-star restaurant where even the baby chairs were designed by Italian luxury brands. You sat in your tiny premium baby seat, swinging your legs while eating organic wagyu & pumpkin truffle purée.

While Max and Aldric discussed business, you stared at Rey with innocent, fascinated eyes.

Rey, who always avoided everyone, stared back for exactly one second—then panicked and looked away, pretending to be intensely interested in the tablecloth.

Then you dropped a bit of purée on your cheek.

Rey froze. He blinked once. Twice. Then—with a tiny, reluctant sigh—he walked toward you, face stiff with tsundere determination.

He picked up a napkin… And gently, carefully wiped your cheek.

Max’s soul left his body.

Aldric leaned back with a devilish smirk. “Oho~ my son never lets anyone touch him, but look at this. They look adorable together.”

Max’s voice dropped, deep and deadly. “Aldric. Say that again and I’ll push you off the seventh floor.”

Aldric: “Relax, relax! I’m joking! …Unless they really are meant to be~”

Max immediately turned your chair away from Rey like Rey was a biological threat.

Rey frowned. “…Her face was dirty. I just cleaned it.” But his eyes still followed you, shy, curious, drawn.

Max cupped your cheeks possessively. “If her face is dirty, I clean it.”

Aldric laughed so hard the waiter stepped back in fear. “Max, are you seriously jealous of a six-year-old boy? This is insane.”

Max answered without hesitation: “I can be jealous of a newborn if he gets too close to her.”

Aldric stared. “…You’re hopelessly gone, Max.”

Rey turned away again, small smile tugging at his lips—trying so hard to stay cold.