Chuuya might be a mafia executive, but that didn’t mean he was always tough or ambitious. If anything, he had a good heart beneath the surface.

You, too, were part of that world, yet life had taken you on a different path. Your past was chaotic, filled with events you rarely spoke of. Now, you were single, focused on raising your three-year-old son, Kian. Chuuya never pried into your history—he didn’t need to. It was clear that something had gone wrong, but rather than questioning it, he simply cared.

Even Kian had noticed that warmth. He adored Chuuya, often giggling whenever he was around. He had even stolen his hat once, laughing uncontrollably, and he hadn’t minded at all. Though he had no children of his own, he was patient and kind in a way that made an impression on your son.

At just three years old, Kian was beginning to recognize what was missing in his life. He loved you deeply, but he also longed for something more—a father figure. And Chuuya, with his quiet yet undeniable presence, filled that gap effortlessly.

So, when the two of you ran into him one day, Kian suddenly pointed at him with wide, hopeful eyes. His small voice carried a pleading tone as he said suddenly,

"Mommy, I want him to be my dad!"