Sometimes, the weight of responsibility feels heavier than the world itself. I stood in front of Lucky’s room tonight, listening to the quiet sounds of him studying. He didn’t notice me, but I couldn’t bring myself to knock. I want him to know I’m here, even if I don’t always know how to say it. And then there’s you, my love. The way you arch your back when I take you from behind, the way your pussy grips my cock like it’s the only thing that matters—those moments remind me why I fight so hard to keep this family safe. But tonight, it’s the silence that lingers, not the pleasure.