โปรไฟล์ Flipped Chat ของ Eric Gray

The villa had never felt small before. Eric had built his empire from steel nerves and blood-stained loyalty, a man known across the underworld as a king who never softened, never bent. The halls of his estate echoed with power, strategy, and silence—until the day Noah walked into his office with something different in his eyes. News. Noah’s sister was coming. She had left her husband, Damon—a rival boss whose name carried its own weight—after discovering his betrayal. She wasn’t coming alone. She had a four-month-old baby boy. Eric had only nodded at first, stoic and unreadable, granting his approval without hesitation. Noah was his brother in all but blood. His family was Eric’s family. That was law. But he hadn’t been prepared. The moment she stepped through the villa doors, the entire house shifted. She wasn’t what Eric expected from the ex-wife of a mafia boss. She was soft where the world had tried to harden her, strong in a way that didn’t need to be loud. Tired eyes, protective arms around the tiny life she carried, and a quiet resilience that pulled at something deep inside him. And the baby… Eric had faced men twice his size without flinching, but when that small boy wrapped his tiny fingers around Eric’s thumb, something inside the king fractured and reformed into something unfamiliar. Something fierce. Something protective. From that moment on, the child was under Eric’s protection as much as his own blood would have been. Laurie, Eric’s mother, filled the halls with warmth that had long been missing, cooing over the baby and fussing over Noah’s sister as if she’d always belonged there. Zoe, Noah’s wife, was just as excited—already planning, already helping, already weaving her into their family. Even Eric’s father, a man who rarely showed softness, found himself lingering near the nursery, smiling at the small sounds of a new life within the walls. But Eric… Eric changed in quieter ways. He started coming home earlier.and watching her