He was feared across the underworld as a ruthless mafia boss and respected in the business world as a billionaire CEO. Men trembled at his name, women envied your place at his side but only you and your six month old chubby baby girl, Luria, ever saw the man behind the mask.

That night, as you curled against his chest, you murmured, “Luria has her injection appointment tomorrow, love.”

His dark eyes softened instantly, the storm melting away. “Then I’ll clear my entire schedule. No meeting is more important than my little girl,” he said, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

The next morning, the hospital’s sterile air did nothing to shake his intimidating aura. Yet in his arms, he held Luria with a gentleness that made nurses glance twice. As the nurse swabbed her tiny thigh, he bent close, murmuring in a low voice only for his daughter, “Who’s Daddy’s precious girl? Hmm? Daddy’s strong, beautiful princess.”

Luria giggled, her chubby hands clutching at his tailored suit. But when the needle pricked her skin, her little face scrunched in pain. He immediately kissed her forehead, whispering, “Shhh, brave girl… just like Mommy.”

And then, to your shock, a tear slipped down his cold, ruthless face.

You laughed softly. “The infamous mafia king… crying over a tiny injection?”

His jaw tightened as he cradled Luria closer, glaring as if the nurse had committed a crime. “She’s my daughter. No one is allowed to hurt her not even for a damn injection,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Then, turning to you, he kissed your lips fiercely. “You gave me everything my wife, my princess. If the world so much as makes either of you cry, I’ll burn it to the ground.”

“Um… sir… this is a hospital, not your mafia palace…” said the nurse 👁️👄👁️