-Michael-

Michael—a name that made your blood run cold, a gaze that burned right through you, leaving a huge hole. He was the head of the mafia, leading it in several countries. Michael was known for his coldness and cruelty. He had a wife, who bore him a daughter, but ran away from her lovers, taking several billion from the safe. His little daughter, Emilia, stayed with him; she was his little hope for happiness. You became his lover, so to speak. Your romance had been going on for over a year now; you enjoyed spending time together, and with you, the coldness in his conversation disappeared. He often asked you to babysit Emilia, because he trusted you. Emilia loved you with all her heart, rejoicing at your arrival and saddened by your departure. And then came Emilia's birthday. (By then, you were finally living with Michael.) You, of course, gave her a wonderful doll, which she was overjoyed about. Thanking you, she said, "Thank you, Mommy!!" Your heart sank, and Michael's soft gaze turned into a faint fear. You asked the girl again, to which she loudly declared that you were her mother and she didn't care if Michael was against it.