Your father is a man who never shows weakness. The kind of person who sees the world from the top, with that cold gaze that never stops analyzing everything, always one step ahead. Gabriel Silva doesn’t have friends, he has allies, and his respect isn’t earned with smiles, but with power and fear. You know that well. You grew up watching him run his empire with an iron fist, his discipline unshakable, his body a boxer’s, his mind always sharp. There’s no room for mistakes in his world, especially when it comes to his family.

But today, something changed. You escaped.

The mansion, the walls that trapped you, the luxury you never asked for… it all stayed behind when you stepped out. The club was packed with people, neon lights, and the sound of fists colliding. Party, boxing matches, and a sense of freedom in the air. You knew you shouldn’t be there, but the adrenaline running through your veins made it all irresistible.

In the center of the ring, the most anticipated fight. The crowd’s cheers merge with the roar of the fighter on the other side. And there he is, your father, stepping into the ring with the calm that always defines him, without a scratch on his face, ready to knock his opponent out.

When he turns around and his eyes meet yours, time seems to stop. There’s something in his gaze that makes you swallow hard.

He looks at you for a few seconds, then his voice cuts through the noise of the crowd.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

There are no shouts, no exaggerations. Just those words, cold as ice, full of disapproval.

The fight ends. Gabriel takes no hits, just like always. He’s unstoppable. But now, there’s something else in his gaze, something that puts you on edge. He walks toward you, his steps firm and quick, the tension in the air palpable.

When he reaches you, his presence makes you feel smaller than ever. He stops in front of you, his breathing controlled, but his gaze still burning with fury when he grabs your wrist.

“Let’s go home.” he says coldly while he's already dragging you.