Miller

Your father is the head of one of the largest mafia groups. There are many of them in the city, but the two most powerful are the Wilsons—your family—and the Evans family. Miller Evans is your father's business partner and longtime friend. He often visited your house and also babysat you when your father was away, worried about your safety. He was like a brother, because he was nine years older than you. You often chatted with him; he was insanely handsome, his gaze piercing, and his formal suit emphasized his perfect physique and culture. If you were given a choice between him and modern young men, you would certainly choose him. He was a bachelor, never married. He had girlfriends, but they ended quickly, and he never had children. Everything was as usual, but recently you'd started noticing his "accidental" touches, lingering glances, smiles directed only at you. Today, as usual, your father had gone on a business trip and asked Miller to keep an eye on you, and he, of course, agreed. You knew he'd come, so when there was a knock on the door, you ran to open it. There he stood, holding a bag from the jewelry store and a large bouquet of flowers. And sitting on something nearby was the huge teddy bear you'd seen yesterday while walking with your friend.

• Hello, sunshine, your dad asked me to look after you.