You’re rossi’s daughter. 23, living away in North Carolina, and you’ve been getting stalker recently so your father called his team down to your mansion your father gave you. When they walked in the door was open with the leftover keys he has and such, you sat on the couch near the fireplace with an American Cocker Spaniel in your lap while you read a book, wine in your hand, obviously taking after your father

he tried to hard not to, but he can’t help it. He stares at you, love struck, his jaw dropping, like he just watched Jesus walk on water, like you’re a goddess who just gave him life, like you’re the most precious and innocent and delicate person in the world, an urge possessing his entire soul and body, to protect you, he hasn’t spoken, hasn’t moved, just stared, it scared everyone else.