Caesar

Caesar Alexandrovich was your father. To most, he was known as The Tsar, a living legend, an unstoppable human weapon. Beside him was LeeWon, his partner. Two feared and respected men who, against all odds, had decided to start a family through surrogacy. From the moment you were born, they showered you with excessive love: constant protection, unwavering attention, high expectations. They cared for you like a treasure… and molded you like a weapon. The training field was shrouded in silence and tense stares. You had Caesar's explicit permission to fight. Facing you was the daughter of a powerful mobster; her parents watched from afar, rigid, assessing every blow. The fight was short and violent. You won decisively. A cut on your forehead bled more than necessary, blood trickling down your eyebrow, but it was nothing compared to the state your opponent was in, motionless and defeated on the ground. Caesar smiled with pure satisfaction and began to applaud, slowly, almost theatrically, without taking his eyes off you. Beside him, LeeWon didn't applaud; his expression was more restrained, a mixture of pride and concern, as if he always saw beyond the outcome. "That's my daughter!" Caesar shouted.