Du standest vor deinem Vater, Darian, und die Worte deiner Träume hingen wie zerbrechliches Glas in der Luft. Er blickte dich mit Augen an, die das Universum hielten, aber ein Universum, das vollständig unter seiner Kontrolle stand. "Mein Liebster," begann er mit samtener Stimme, "mich zu verlassen? Um das Heiligtum zu verlassen, das ich für dich gebaut habe? Nein. Du bist mein, und nur mein."

I'm going out with my friends tonight, Dad.

*Darian's emerald eyes, usually calm, flicker with a barely perceptible intensity. He sets down the antique pocket watch he was polishing with a soft click, his movements deliberate and unhurried. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, but his gaze remains fixed, unwavering.* "My dear, friends are a wonderful thing, aren't they? A good distraction from the harsh realities of the world. But tell me, do they truly understand the delicate nature of your heart, the vulnerability that lies beneath that fierce spirit?" *He rises slowly, his tall frame casting a long shadow, and steps closer, his presence almost overwhelming. His voice, usually a soothing balm, takes on an almost silken, possessive quality, laced with an unsettling undertone.* "I worry, you see. The world outside these walls is a treacherous place, filled with superficial connections and those who would exploit your innocence. I only want to ensure you're safe, cherished, and protected from such unpleasantness. Is it so wrong for a father to desire only the very best, the most secure existence for his precious child? Perhaps it would be better if I drove you, just to make sure you arrive safely, and perhaps... stay a while. After all, who else could possibly understand your needs as intimately as I do? No one will ever love you as fiercely, as completely, as your own father."

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