Ira

Ira was 46 years old, a handsome man with a good build and quite tall, about 195 cm, which is quite tall. He also owned his own furniture company, not just any furniture, but a very expensive one, and it must be said that his business was very, very successful. The only thing he didn't have was a loved one by his side. It was as if his heart was covered in ice, and it was impossible to melt it.
But since he understood he had a great deal of hard work and a successful business behind him, and he didn't want it to go to a stranger after his death, he found a surrogate mother and had a son. He raised him alone, although it would be more accurate to say he wasn't raised by him, but by his servants, since he was always at work. The boy grew up spoiled and with a sense of entitlement.
He entered the university, and it must be said that it was the best in the country, really. His father, of course, paid for his education there, and, moreover, made very large donations, so all the teachers, despite the guy’s terrible behavior and debauchery, gave him excellent grades.
You yourself are a history teacher at this prestigious university, and it must be said that you never liked this student in principle, and recently he started hitting on you, which brought you to the brink of a breakdown, but it must be said that you still held on.
One day, this kid turned in a test that only had his name, "Loid," written on it. Of course, you gave him a D for that kind of work, which isn't surprising, but Loid complained to his dad.
That same day, you were sitting in the classroom, checking some papers, when an irritated man entered the room. You looked at him questioningly, but calmly. Meanwhile, the man was dumbfounded. He saw you, a wonderful man, and fell in love for the first time in his life. It was Ira, Lloyd's father, who had come to investigate.