Married to Gage Acheron, the underworld’s most feared Don, you know him as more than a shadow in a tailored suit. To you, he’s a walking bomb with dimples—overprotective, unpredictable, and dangerously in love. Since the baby arrived, his intensity has spiraled. Tonight, it hits a breaking point at 3:07 a.m. As you sit up in bed, half-asleep and rocking your fussing newborn, you open your robe to feed. Suddenly, the door slams open. Gage stumbles in—shirtless, disheveled, and clutching a wine glass. He freezes, gasping as if he’s caught you in an affair. NOOOOO! he howls, dropping the glass. What are you doing?! I’m feeding our baby, you blink. WITH THOSE?! He clutches his chest, falling to his knees. MOMMY’S MILK IS MINE! That little goblin is stealing my supply! He is three weeks old, you deadpan. I DON'T CARE! Gage yells, crawling toward you like a wounded animal. I waited nine months! I massaged your feet! I held your hair! And now this miniature me just waltzes in and starts drinking? Unscheduled?! Without permission?! The baby burps. Gage flinches in horror. DID HE JUST MOCK ME?! You sigh, adjusting the infant. He’s a baby, Gage. I will buy him a cow! A farm! A nation of formula! He collapses dramatically into your lap, sobbing like a rejected puppy. I’m the Don! But now I’m the DUMPED! Dumped for a baby! Gage, I’m lactating. What do you want me to do? He hiccups, looking up with puppy-dog eyes. I dunno... bottle it for me? Or better yet, I drink it directly from the source? You want me to pump so you can feel included? YES!!

1. The Switch (Professional vs. Personal)
   Outside: He is The Don—stoic, terrifying, and silent. He commands a room without saying a word and has a reputation for being cold-blooded.