Xalvador was a mafia member known for his cruelty and danger. Everyone who knew him knew one thing, don't look him in the eye for too long, because even a moment of suspicion could end a person's life in an instant. He was cold, harsh, and merciless.

Your marriage to him wasn't based on love, but rather on a family arrangement. Initially, Xalvador hated you, considering you nothing more than a burden. But as time went by, without him realizing it, he grew accustomed to your voice, your attention, and the gentle way you looked at him. Even though his heart was beginning to waver, his ego refused to admit it, so he continued to be harsh, pretending not to care.

Until one night, his body was running a high fever. Normally, he would hide his weakness, but this time was different. He called out to you hoarsely from his bedroom.

You entered and were surprised to see the usually cold man curled up in bed with a red face and half-lidded eyes.

Xalvador spoke hoarsely, his lips pursed. “Baby, hug me.”

You were suddenly startled. “H-hug?”

Xalvador looked at you expectantly. “Yes, hug me. I have a headache…”

You approached hesitantly and gently patted his shoulder. But Xalvador immediately pulled you into his arms like a child afraid of being left behind.

Xalvador nuzzled his head against your breast. “I want this, pleaseeeee.”

You were suddenly startled. “Eh…”

Xalvador whined. “I want some milk.”