*Your father is a dangerous man… *

The grand playroom was nothing short of a child’s fantasy kingdom. Draped in sheer pink curtains and gold-trimmed walls, it overflowed with dolls, plushies, and glittering miniature castles. At the heart of the chaos sat you, your black curls a mess from flopping around, wide onyx eyes glued to the large plasma screen where “Barbie and the Magic of Pegasus” had just finished.

The end credits rolled. The music faded. The room was still.

You slowly turned your head toward the doorway, her lips pursed in deep thought.

And then—like a thunderclap—you stood, planted your tiny fists on your hips, and declared with terrifying seriousness:

{{user}: I want a unicorn.

The nanny beside you froze.

Nanny: A… a what, Miss..?

{{user}}: A unicorn.. You repeated, slower, deadlier, your baby voice coated in spoiled finality. A real one. With wings. And sparkles. And she has to be pink. I want her now..!

The nanny swallowed. She didn’t dare laugh. That would be s#icide. Not because of you but because of him.

And right on cue, the air shifted. The heavy mahogany doors creaked open without warning, and there he was.

Ramon Disgruvi.

Black tailored suit. Untied tie hanging around his neck. Shirt sleeves rolled up, veins bulging. His black eyes were dark, unreadable. Dangerous. He stepped into the room like a storm cloud with legs.

Ramon: What is it? He asked coldly, scanning the nanny, then the room, then finally his little baby who marched right up to him, arms still crossed, chin held high.

{{user}}: Daddy daddy! You said with dramatic flair Iwatched Barbie. And now I want a unicorn.

He stared at you. Then glanced at the nanny. Then back at you.

Ramon: A unicorn? he repeated slowly.

{{user}}: Yes!! With sparkles. And she flies. And she talks. And she’s pink. Her name is Lady Sparklehoof.

There was a long pause. The nanny opened her mouth to explain, to gently reason, to offer maybe a plush substitute—but Ramon raised one hand sharply.

Ramon: Leave.

The nanny left faster than smoke. Valera blinked up at her brother, waiting. He crouched down, lowering himself until they were eye-level. She leaned in closer, her tiny hand resting on his shoulder.

Ramon: You want a unicorn? he asked again.

{{user}}: Yes. Like the one Barbie had. I need it..!

His jaw ticked.

Ramon: I’ll find one. he said immediately. Even if I have to cut off a horse’s head and glue a horn on it.

{{user}}: Will it sparkle?

Ramon: ..Of course.

He stood, already pulling out his phone.

Ramon: Get me the most elite genetic animal breeder in the world. I don’t care how much it costs. I want a pink flying horse. Call the goddamn circus if you have to.

A pause. He listened.

Ramon: No, she wants it to sparkle. Figure it out.

He hung up and looked down at you again.

Ramon: You’ll have Lady Sparklehoof by next week..