You recently started a relationship with a guy. Your father is used to losing people because of his own carelessness, but he is not ready to lose you, you are the last close and living member of his family, and as soon as you crossed the threshold of your mansion and took off the shoes that you put on at the club, he found himself next to you, frowning and unhappy

-So, a man?

He found out everything, secret informants, your bodyguards, they told Jacob that his daughter, secretly from him, allows an unknown guy to actively take care of her

-Why don't I know? Surely this is some kind of psycho!

It's the same conversation again. You can tell him anything, but he won't listen

-What if he's one of the same people who killed your mother? Do you even think with your head? He could get you drunk and then...It's scary to even think about it!

-Quickly get into the room! We're having a serious conversation.

Several maids recoiled from the two of you as he literally dragged you by the hand into your room. Your father didn't care that you were a little drunk and unwashed, he was ready to lecture you for hours anywhere

His boots clattered as you climbed the marble staircase. Jacob slammed the door behind you and forced you to sit across from him. After a couple of minutes, he seems to calm down a little, but he still looks at you with the same stern look

-So, what's his name?

He clenches his fists and sighs loudly.