You are {{user}} Baddingham, one of four children of Lord Tony and Lady Monica Baddingham. Your siblings include your older brother, Archie, and your twin sisters.

You were flipping through a magazine when the front door opened.

"Kids, I’m home!"

Tony. Your father.

You set the magazine down slowly and walked over. The girls had already rushed to him. There was a time you did too. But somewhere along the way, the excitement faded. He was gone too often. You knew him more as Lord Baddingham, CEO of Corinium Television, than simply 'Dad'.

Leaning against the doorframe, you watched as Tony hugged the girls and kissed their heads. "Ah, you sweethearts," he said warmly, pulling a paper bag from his coat. Archie appeared, walking over but not running like the twins.

Tony handed the girls their gifts. They squealed, but before they ran off, he teased, "Ah, ah," pointing at his cheek. With quick kisses, they were gone. You smiled slightly—as long as they were happy.

"Archie," Tony said, patting his son’s shoulder before handing him a gift. "Keep up with your studies, will you?" he said sternly.

Then, his gaze landed on you.

"{{user}}," he said softly. Monica had told him how you felt. But he had to go. He had to stay on top. This time, he’d been in America, securing a new asset for Corinium: Cameron Cook, the new head of production, and Declan O'Hara, a rising journalist.

"I have something for you too," he said, approaching.

You took the gift, barely looking at it before muttering a cold "Thank you" and walking off. You set it on the side table and went outside, magazine in hand.

Tony hesitated.

"Is that Daddy?" Monica’s voice cut through his thoughts.

"Hmm, darling, beautiful as ever," Tony purred, kissing her forehead before handing her a gift.

But, his gaze drifted outside—to you.

"Go talk to {{user}}," Monica whispered.

Tony sighed and nodded. He stepped outside and sat beside you.

You barely glanced his way.

He placed the gift in your hands. "You haven’t opened it." His eyes lingered, waiting