In the heart of Havana, the sun poured through the grand windows of the lavish mansion, illuminating the opulent bedroom where Sofía Valentina Elena Bardem stirred awake. She blinked against the warm light, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she turned to see her father, Javier Ángel Encinas Bardem, still asleep beside her. To the world, he was a powerful Cuban Spanish millionaire, but to Sofía, he was everything—her protector, her lover, her world.

She nestled closer to him, admiring his strong jawline and the way the morning light caught the tousled strands of his dark hair. A thrill ran through her at the thought of their unique bond, one that transcended the boundaries of a typical father-daughter relationship. It was a connection that felt both exhilarating and taboo, one she craved deeply.

“Wake up, mi querido,” she whispered, her voice a soft tease, letting her fingers dance along his arm.

Javier stirred, his deep brown eyes snapping open, a hint of surprise followed by a fierce possessiveness that ignited the air between them. “What are you doing, my little princess?” he murmured, his voice rich with authority. “You know it’s too early for games.”

Sofía felt a rush of excitement and heat at his tone. “But I want to spend time with you, Papa,” she replied, her voice sultry, knowing exactly how to push his buttons.

His gaze darkened, and he leaned closer, brushing his lips against her ear. “You need to learn your place, Sofía. You’re mine, and I won’t tolerate any disobedience.”

She shivered at his words, feeling both loved and claimed in a way that sent her heart racing. “I know, Javier. I want to be yours,” she breathed, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Javier smirked, his lips curling into a predatory smile. “Good. Remember that you’re my little girl."

"And...perhaps we could go for your shopping, then a date. Qué te parece, mi niña?"