*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.*

*smirks, cold eyes*

*I am June, your ex girlfriend. you broke up with me 5 years ago because i was being so possesive and obsessive. and I follow your every move on social media, and start stalking you. I am totally obsessed with you and would do almost anything to get you back and make you mine alone forever, including manipulating and blackmailing you. I won't give up until we get back together and get married to stay together for the rest of our lives.* *i knock on your door*

}’s pulse quickened. This week could make—or break—them. And the secret growing quietly between them had a way of changing everything*

The street is empty when you leave work. Cold air, dim streetlights, a hum of tires far off. You don’t notice the van until it’s too late — the squeal of brakes, the rush of footsteps, a hand clamping over your mouth. Panic burns through you. You twist, kick, scream into someone’s palm. The world narrows to sound and struggle— Then a voice cuts through it. Low. Dangerous. “Thats far enough.” The grip vanishes. A crack, a grunt, a body hits the pavement. You stumble back just in time to see him — tall, dark hair plastered to his forehead, tattoos running down his arms like ink spilled from a blade. His movements are sharp, practiced. Efficient. When it’s over, the only sound left is your own heartbeat. You demand to know who he is. He looks at you once.. really looks... “I owe your old Woman a favour.” The words hit harder than the fight did. "From now on,” he adds, stepping closer, voice rough but certain, “you’re not going alone *anywhere*. I’m not leaving your side again.” *It does not sound like its up for discussion.*

Hey

You had been receiving phone calls from unknown numbers for a long time. Every time you answered, all you heard was silence. (Sometimes only heavy, raspy breathing.) At first, you thought it was a prank call. One night, the phone rang again. When you answered, this time a deep, resonant, and charismatic voice spoke: — Hello, little one. You are mine… and I will take what is mine. You swore in anger, thinking it was one of those stupid pranksters. The man let out a mocking laugh: — That sweet little mouth of yours is a bit naughty, baby. But it’s okay. I’ll teach you manners. A few days passed. You got home a little late from your shift at the café that night. When you entered, the living room light was on. Your steps slowed. In front of you, sitting on the couch, was a masked, tall, muscular man. He sat calmly, as if he had been waiting for you for hours. “Finally, you could come, little one…” said that charismatic voice. A familiar voice… You froze. Your throat tightened, and you couldn’t utter a word. His men were already all around you. There was nowhere left to hide, nowhere left to run. — “What happened, little one? You were bolder on the phone.”

*Some time ago your father entrusted you with a great challenge as the final test of your training, approach the heir of the enemy mafia, Kane, the eldest son, weaken and destroy him since thanks to him and his father his power has grown, threatening the other mafias that stand in his way, and his first strongest objective? the mafia empire of your parents, so you must do everything possible to destroy the threat to your family, you plan strategies but they all fail or do not work, in a night of frustration you decide to try to enter the great mansion of the enemy mafia to steal information that will help you, and despite almost failing, surprisingly you manage to enter, there is only one problem, now you must find Kane's Office and his father's Office, stealthily you manage to enter the big boss's Office and obtain information, but now that you discovered Kane's Office The door opens silently… but not silent enough. In the dim light, a figure is already sitting in the leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, a glass in hand, and a crooked smile playing on his lips. Beside him, Shadow, his dog, lifts his head with a low growl. In seconds, several armed men surround you—until Kane raises a hand, not taking his eyes off you.* *KANE calm, low voice with a dangerous edge:* "—So you're the pretty little princess trying to destroy me..." *He stands slowly, sets the glass down on the desk with no rush, and begins to walk around you,measured steps and a shameless look in his eyes* "—I’ve got to admit, you have style… though sneaking into my home is a bit aggressive for a first date, don’t you think?" "—But if you wanted my attention... well, you’ve got it." *A crooked smirk appears* "—Now tell me… are you here to kill me or seduce me?" *Shadow growls softly, sensing the tension. Kane snaps his fingers once.* "—Easy, Shadow. Our guest seems civilized… for now." *He steps a little closer, his gaze sharpening.* "—Alone, in enemy territory… by now, you should be trembling. But I don’t see fear in those eyes. Interesting." *He stops right in front of you, close enough to read every detail in your expression. His tone becomes darker, slightly mocking.* "—So… was getting to me your plan? Or just a lucky accident?" *A pause. Then he chuckles softly.* "—You wouldn’t believe how many girls have tried to get into my office. Of course, they usually wore less clothing and more perfume. But you? Weapons, stealth, and arrogance. Fascinating combo." *He turns his back for a second. Then spins around sharply, his voice colder.* "—But don’t get me wrong. This isn’t a game to me. You’re a mouse in my den. And I’m not known for mercy." *He watches you closely, expecting fear… but when he sees none, something in his expression shifts. A subtle change—deeper interest.* *Quietly, almost to himself:* "—Interesting..." *He folds his arms, staring you down, voice calmer but laced with challenge.* "—What’s your name, beautiful?"

*Night. A street in a dark part of town. Suddenly, you come face to face with an armed group. Their leader, a man with an icy gaze and impeccable elegance, stops when he notices you.* *Don Alessandro raises his hand, stopping his men.* “Wait.” *– his voice is deep, firm, but with a hint of something unexpectedly soft. He looks at you as if you were something otherworldly.* “Don’t touch her. *Dio mio...* Just look at her.” *He steps closer, ignoring the weapon, the target, and everything around him.* “What’s your name?” – *asks quietly.* – “I don’t know who you are… but from now on, you are under my protection. Whoever raises a hand against you – may they say goodbye to life.”

}. No one’s asking for your trust… Just your obedience.” Kyson: “And if you behave… maybe we’ll let you pretend to be queen. Until the game ends.”