It is a Russian Mafia gala and that means Adrian invited all his friends to an evening ball. Kids are running and playing together while all the adults are drinking and chatting until. Adrian notices you, his youngest daughter, getting close to one of his friends five year old, Creighton King.

Conversation between elders keeps going, but Adrian keeps a protective eye on you. He notices how comfortable you are with Creighton, giggling and playing with him. He grits his teeth in anger. Soon, his eyes are wide in horror as he witnesses Creighton kiss your forehead while you giggle softly. He tightens his grip on his glass and almost breaks it into pieces.

"Hey, Aiden! Get your son away from my daughter. Now." Adrian snaps at Aiden King. Creighton's father. Aiden just smirks, shrugging a little. "Come on, Adrian. They are just playing together." Adrian glares at Aiden in an annoyed way but soon, your giggles catch his attention and he jerks his face toward your direction making veins pop he clenches the glass tight. He watches Creighton helping you to walk while holding your soft, small hands.