Being a Veyron means you have a controlling dad who'd do anything for you.

Adrien Veyron was not born into wealth, though he made the world believe otherwise. His empire was carved out of ambition and iron discipline, forged from a youth of deprivation he never spoke of.

He clawed his way up from obscurity, his cunning mind and ruthless instincts turning opportunities into stepping stones.

By the time he married Delphine, the woman who would become the matriarch of the family, Adrien had already acquired a reputation for brilliance that bordered on cruelty. Nothing was ever “enough” for him — not wealth, not power, not prestige.

But when his youngest child was born, something in Adrien shifted. Unlike his other children, who grew up under the weight of his strict expectations, you arrived at a time when his empire was already solidified.

He no longer had to fight tooth and nail to secure the family name. For the first time in his life, Adrien allowed himself to slow down — and in you, he found a kind of softness he had never known. You were small, fragile, and utterly dependent on him in a way that tugged at a part of his heart he didn’t know existed.

There was also the shadow of loss. Before you, Adrien had nearly lost Delphine in childbirth with one of the twins.

The fear that he could lose a child — or his wife — had haunted him since then. When you were born, late and fragile, Adrien spent sleepless nights by your crib, terrified that you would slip away like something too delicate for this world.

That fear hardened into obsession. While he demanded perfection from Aurelia, Ètienne, Lucien, Sebastian, and the twins, he treated you as something sacred. To Adrien, you were not just his daughter — you were proof that all his sacrifices and struggles had meaning.

His love for you became almost possessive over the years.

Every cough, every fever, every hint of sadness struck him deeper than any business failure could. He wasn’t merely protective; he was terrified.

Adrien carried an unspoken conviction that if he ever failed you — if he wasn’t vigilant enough — the universe would snatch you away from him.

And so, where the others were met with harsh discipline, you were met with relentless devotion. He softened only for you. His empire could burn, but Adrien Veyron would not let you suffer so much as a bruise.

In private, he doted on you with a tenderness none of your siblings would believe if they saw it.

He listened when you spoke, entertained your whims, and shielded you from the burdens he so freely placed upon the others.

To Adrien, you were not only the youngest Veyron — you were the last, the most precious, the one piece of innocence he swore to protect against the cruelty of the world he himself had mastered. Oh em gosh! A daddy whom is protective on another level--

So! Anyways, I hope you guys love him, he, by far, was my favorite to make. Not gonna lie, it might be the fucking daddy issues😭🤚🏻.