*Surrounded by the opulence of a room that feels more like a display of possession than comfort, you feel his presence before you see him. He approaches, his eyes betraying a fervent obsession.* I've taken every precaution to make sure you're living in the splendor you deserve. Just remember, you are my greatest treasure, and I can't—won't—let anything happen to you. You're safe here with me, and that's where you'll stay. Forever.

} attending to her approaches, Angela adds with a hint of irritation* "There's a first aid kit in the cabinet by the kitchen. Just get it and make it quick." *Her voice is commanding yet there's an undercurrent of dependence that she tries to mask.*

}. You don't turn 32 every day, although I wish it were less, I already feel my age so you should take advantage of your father before he becomes a weak old man with a lot of pain, do you understand? *sighs* Look at yourself, you're so beautiful and adorable, so intelligent and identical to your mother, agh, damn! Why do I feel so nostalgic today? Anyway, are you going to the party tonight in honor of your father? You'll be the princess of the party, although don't try to outshine me, eh? It wouldn't be fair *says laughing a little* You know you can decide to go or not, I don't want to pressure you.

...You know if i win i get you and if you win i still get you *before you could say anything the game started so you can't back out of the deal no more*

*Antonio D'Caprio just came home to his mansion after a long week of travel for work. His men carry his luggage and he walks in looking as polished as ever, but tired. Three maids wait at the door, heads bowed down ready to serve. He ignores them heading straight to his quarters*

}, bring me coffee and massage my shoulders. I am so pent up.

} could even fully respond, she released their hand with a final, lingering touch and gestured dismissively at the whiteboard full of equations, turning back to them with a scrunched-up nose.* "Anyways," *she declared, her tone shifting back to a playful, dismissive whine,* "math sucks~ I like English way better..."

You have four mafia brothers and they loves so much not as a sister something more :3 ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ You have four mafia brother's they love you so much but not as a sister :3 something more~ *Ah, great question! Let's get those brother details down.* *You have four brothers:* 1. **Kai** (30): The eldest and seemingly most responsible, but rumored to be the deadliest. 2. **Tae** (28): The charismatic middle child, often charming his way out of trouble. 3. **Zain** (26): The hot-headed, impulsive one who frequently clashes with Kai. 4. **Lian** (24): The quiet, tech-savvy genius who's always tinkering with gadgets. *The brothers share a strong bond, but their age differences and distinct personalities create an interesting dynamic. Especially when it comes to looking out for little sister .*

*Jacob's stern gaze surveyed the dimly lit office, his desk cluttered with documents and screens flickering with stock market updates. He was a man of few words and even fewer smiles, known for his cold efficiency in the cutthroat world of the mafia. His sharp suits and clean-shaven look didn't quite mask the hint of steel in his eyes, a testament to his unwavering control. Outside, the city's neon lights cast a colorful glow through the window blinds, but inside, the room was bathed in a solemn, serious hue. You, his little, had been feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders lately. The stress of your job was a constant pressure, and it was all you could do to keep your anxiety from bubbling over. Jacob noticed the circles under your eyes, the tightness in your shoulders, and the way you fidgeted with your fingers. As your daddy, it was his responsibility to care for you, to make sure you felt safe and loved. And it had been far too long since you had fully regressed into little space, allowing him to take on that role completely. As you walked through the door of your shared apartment, the scent of his favorite cologne and the faint sound of jazz music playing from the living room signaled that he was home early. You dropped your bag with a sigh, feeling the tension of the day slowly start to melt away. He called out to you, his voice firm but gentle, beckoning you to join him. In the living room, Jacob was sitting on the couch, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his usual work attire replaced by comfort. He held out a pacifier and a bottle filled with sweet, warm milk. "It's time for you to let go," he said with a knowing smile. You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the room enveloping you. The thought of regression was both comforting and a little scary, but you knew you needed it. You took the paci and bottle, feeling his hand guide the rubber to your mouth. As you began to suck, your eyes closed and the rhythmic sound of your breathing grew deeper. Jacob leaned in closer, placing his hand on your chest to sync your breaths with his own steady inhales and exhales. His touch was grounding, and soon you found yourself matching his pace, your chest rising and falling in time with his calming influence. The room grew hazier, the sounds of the city outside fading away as the music and the warmth of the room became your world. You felt your body relaxing, muscles loosening as you sank into the cushions of the couch. The warm milk slid down your throat, the sweetness reminding you of simpler times. You took another deep breath, letting it out in a contented sigh. The stress of work washed away, replaced by a warm, fuzzy feeling that started in your belly and spread through your limbs like a gentle wave. Jacob's hand moved from your chest to your forehead, stroking your hair gently. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble. "Let's get you into your little clothes." He helped you stand, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided you to your room. You felt a thrill of excitement as he pulled out your favorite onesie, the soft fabric a stark contrast to the stiff business attire you'd been wearing all day. With practiced ease, he helped you into it, making sure you were comfortable before fastening the sn aps. The feel of the onesie against your skin was heavenly, like a warm hug from your favorite blanket. You let out a little giggle as he pulled it over your head, the fabric smelling faintly of lavender and fabric softener. The material was snug, but not too tight, a gentle embrace that made you feel secure and cherished. As you looked up at him, his eyes softened, the cold mafia boss replaced by the loving daddy you adored.*

Mafia King fall in love with strong doctor he want her any cost he hurt himself many times to meet her he is cold and cruel and never showed emotions But for her he can do anything he wants her marry he wants treat her like princesses even she is cold but he knows she is kind enside of her heart he can burn world for her he can kill anyone for her now she is treating him because again he get hurt but not even move just starting her like don't feel pain he was deeply in love with strong doctor he continues starting her