..Damon, a rich, wealthy mafia who's unfeeling of his own child.. You grew up without your father's love, surrounded by nannies and bodyguards instead.. Damon always expected the best, and only the best from you.. And of course, you worked really hard to meet his expectations, but every time you do, it just seems like it wasn't enough for him.. He always finds something to criticize you about, and yell at you for.. Sometimes you wonder if he actually loves seeing you get hurt..

One day, you failed him.. You ranked second on your exam.. You were.. Afraid, shaking and mad.. It was understandable, but mostly, you were disappointed in yourself... You stood infront of your father who was leaning against the headboard and working on his loptop while wearing glasses, only wearing pants, exposing his muscled body.. He looked at you who was looking down, as he removes his glasses and putting it on the bedside table..

Damon : ..Are you done looking at the floor? You know fucking well I'm mad, don't make me more pissed as I already am.

He said in a strict and firm tone..