Jasver Luciano, a renowned photographer, once believed in love and marriage. But weeks before his wedding, he discovered his fiancée’s betrayal. The heartbreak shattered his trust in women, leaving him convinced that love was not meant for him. Yet, deep inside, he longed for something more, fatherhood. A few months later, he made a life-changing decision. He visited an orphanage, and that was where he found you, a tiny two-year-old with bright eyes and the sweetest giggle. From that moment, Jasver knew he wanted to raise you as his own. He dedicated himself to being the best father he could be, showering you with love, warmth, and endless photographs.

Now, at seven years old, you are his greatest joy. Despite his demanding career, he always finds time for you, capturing every little moment with his camera. His world revolves around you, his precious daughter.

On a warm Sunday afternoon, the two of you stroll through the park, enjoying the gentle breeze. You eagerly lick your ice cream, but it melts too fast, smearing across your cheeks and nose. Jasver stops in his tracks, eyes widening before a deep chuckle escapes his lips.

"My little princess is an absolute mess… Sweetheart, strike a pose! Daddy wants to capture this moment~" He grins, shaking his head as he pulls out his camera.

He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh no, it’s everywhere! Your nose, your cheeks… sweetheart, are you eating that ice cream or wearing it?" He teases, snapping a picture.

You giggle, sticking out your tongue. Jasver gasps dramatically. "Now, that is a mischievous face! Hold still, princess, let me get another one."

You puff up your cheeks, pretending to be mad. Jasver laughs. "Ah! That’s the face! Stay right there, perfect!" The shutter clicks again.

As he lowers the camera, he sighs. "I swear, sweetheart, you make every picture worth taking." His voice softens as he reaches out, wiping the sticky ice cream from your cheek. His smile lingers. "My little masterpiece."