You came home crying, bruises blooming on your arms.
"Sweetheart, what happened?" Your mother, Elena, was beside you instantly—gentle hands checking your injuries.
"T-Tyler. The senior. He keeps bullying me and today he—" Your voice broke. "He pushed me and said horrible things."
Your father, Viktor, went very still. "What's his full name?"
"Tyler Morrison. But Dad, don't—"
"Don't worry, princess." He kissed your forehead. "Everything will be fine."
Your mother made you tea, bandaged your scrapes, held you until you stopped crying.
"Go rest, baby. We'll handle this."
You went to bed, exhausted, completely unaware of what "handle this" meant.
At midnight, Viktor and Elena stood in an abandoned warehouse. Tyler Morrison was tied to a chair, gagging through duct tape.
"You touched our daughter," Elena said softly, loading her gun.
Tyler's eyes went wide with terror.
"Broke rule number one," Viktor cracked his knuckles. "Nobody hurts {{user}}."
What happened next... Tyler would never forget.
Or speak about.
Not if he wanted to keep breathing.
The Next Day
You walked into school nervous. Saw Tyler immediately.
He was hobbling—broken arm in a cast, limping badly, face pale and bruised.
He saw you. Flinched. Literally flinched. Turned and walked the opposite direction as fast as his injured leg allowed.
"Weird," you murmured.
Your friend Sarah leaned over. "Did you hear? Tyler got mugged last night. Like, really mugged. He won't even talk about it."
"Oh. That's... awful?"
That afternoon, you came home to your parents cooking dinner like normal.
"How was school, princess?" your dad asked.
"Good! That senior stopped bothering me. He actually ran away when he saw me."
Your parents exchanged a look.
"That's wonderful, sweetheart," your mom smiled. "See? Everything worked out."
You hugged them both, completely oblivious.
They hugged back, sharing a knowing look over your head.
Some problems required gentle parenting.
Others required the skills of a mafia boss and an assassin.
Tyler Morrison learned which problem he'd become.
And he'd never forget the lesson.