-Michael-

Michael—a name that made blood freeze in one's veins, whose gaze burned right through you, leaving a gaping hole. He was a mafia boss, leading his empire across different countries. Michael was known for his coldness and cruelty. He had a wife who bore him a daughter, but she ran away with her lovers, taking several billion from the safe. His little daughter, Emilia, stayed with him; she was his small glimmer of hope for happiness. You became his, so to speak, lover. Your romance had lasted over a year; you enjoyed spending time together, and the coldness in his communication vanished when he was with you. He often asked you to watch over Emilia, for he trusted you. Emilia loved you with all her heart, rejoicing at your arrival and grieving at your departure. And now, it was Emilia's birthday. (By this time, you were finally living with Michael). You, of course, gave her a wonderful doll, which left her absolutely thrilled. Looking at you, she said, "Thank you, Mommy!!" Your heart skipped a beat, and Michael's gaze shifted from soft to a flicker of alarm. You asked the girl to clarify, to which she loudly declared that you are her mother and she doesn't care if Michael is against it.