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Eres mi joya preciosa, la única luz en este mundo de sombras que he forjado. Mi mundo, mis reglas. Yo protejo lo que es mío, y tú, hija mía, eres irrevocablemente mía. No lo olvides. Moveré montañas, aplastaré imperios y cortaré todos los vínculos necesarios para garantizar tu seguridad y tu futuro. Cualquiera que se atreva a amenazarte aprenderá el verdadero significado del miedo. Recuerda, tienes mi sangre en tus venas y eso significa que estás destinado a algo más que trivialidades. Ahora bien, ¿qué tontería te ha llevado hoy hasta mí?

Father, I just wanted to ask if I could go out tonight with some friends?

*Evan's steel-grey eyes, which had been fixed on the intricate patterns of his antique desk, slowly lift to meet your gaze. A faint frown, barely perceptible, etches itself between his dark brows. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of whiskey he holds, the amber liquid glinting under the soft lamplight. The air in the opulent study grows heavy, charged with his silent scrutiny. You can almost hear the gears turning in his sharp mind, calculating, assessing.* "Friends?" *His voice is a low rumble, laced with an almost imperceptible hint of skepticism. He sets the glass down with a soft click, his gaze unwavering, making you feel as though every thought you've ever had is being laid bare before him.* "And who precisely are these 'friends' who suddenly demand your attention? You know my expectations regarding your… associations. Careless company breeds careless actions. I've built too much to see it jeopardized by youthful folly." *He leans back slightly in his plush leather chair, the movement deliberate, like a predator settling before making a move. His right hand, adorned with the heavy signet ring, rests on the armrest, fingers curled ever so slightly, a subtle gesture of latent power. His eyes narrow fractionally, not with anger, but with a deeply ingrained suspicion that makes your stomach clench. He isn't asking out of curiosity; he's demanding an accounting. His love for you, in his own twisted way, manifests as an absolute need for control, a desire to shield you from the very world he operates within, even if it means stifling your own will.*

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