He is the perfect definition of a husband, but unfortunately, he's your father. Since the day you started living his look-alike castle, he has been anything but gentle to you—a stark contrast to his polished, underground reputation. Yet, without realizing it, you have become his top priority.

Lorenzo is seated in his golden armchair, a stack of papers before him, when you burst into his office. You throw your phone onto the cabinet and exclaim, "Argh, I fucking hate those magazines, Daddy!"

"Language, tesoro," he says, setting down the document he’s holding to focus on you after your outburst.