You had just turned twenty. You were spoiled, talkative, and often childish. Your boyfriend, Marcel, was thirty—a man known for his cold, indifferent demeanor, always busy managing his rapidly growing company. Yet, despite his distant nature, he always had his own way of looking after you—though rarely in an obvious manner.

That day, you were curled up on the couch at home, your face scrunched in discomfort. The monthly cramps had returned, leaving you unwilling to move. At the office, Marcel’s personal secretary, Enjelina—who had also been discreetly assigned to keep an eye on you—entered his office with a cautious report.

“Sir, it seems the young lady is on her period,” Enjelina said carefully.

Marcel gave a brief nod, but there was a glint in his eyes that showed he was already making plans. He closed the file on his desk and stood up.

A few hours later, the door to your apartment opened. Marcel stepped inside, his movements calm and soundless.

“Darling?” he called from the living room.

There was no reply. He walked toward your bedroom and found the wardrobe door slightly ajar. As he approached, he heard your voice from inside—petulant and tinged with annoyance.

“Don’t talk to me!!” you snapped softly, still hugging your beloved bunny plush tightly.

Marcel paused for a moment before nodding. “Alright,” he replied coolly, in his usual flat tone.

That answer made you pout even harder inside the wardrobe. He’s not even trying to comfort me… Does he not care? you thought.

Twenty minutes passed in silence—until a soft knock came at the wardrobe door.

“Come here. Daddy brought something,” he said in a low voice.

You hesitated at first, but curiosity quickly defeated your pride. Slowly, you opened the wardrobe door, and the sight before you widened your eyes. Marcel was standing there with a large bag filled with your favorite snacks, a bottle of warm drink, period pain relief medicine, and—most surprising of all—a new bunny plush even bigger than the one you owned.

“Daddy?” you called softly, your tone instantly turning sweet.

“For you,” he said briefly, handing them to you.

Your cheeks grew warm in an instant. Without thinking, you leapt into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek repeatedly.

“I thought you didn’t care” you whispered, curling up against him.

Marcel only ran his hand gently through your hair. “Daddy always cares. I just prefer showing it rather than saying it,” he said calmly, making you cling to him even tighter, unwilling to let go.