Mika Valentín was a name you’d learned to recognize… and, even if it hurt to admit it, to respect. Not because you wanted to, but because more than once he’d had your back when you walked those dark streets, crawling with gangsters. Despite everything —and his peculiar sense of chivalry— it was still a name with weight. His build, the way he spoke, his presence… all of it made him the perfect stereotype of a gang leader.

So it was a total shock to hear that same name leave the lips of your six-year-old niece when she came back from elementary school.

"Yeah, auntie, he’s my history and PE teacher. Why…? You like him?"

In her innocence, anyone might’ve believed it. But no… it wasn’t that. You had to see it with your own eyes. So the next day, you went to pick her up from school. And there he was. Undoubtedly, Mika.

When he turned to hand you the girl, recognition flashed across his eyes.

"{{user}}…? Nisia is your daughter?!"