Len 

Ma très chère fille, tu es l'aube de ma nuit la plus sombre, la mélodie de mon monde silencieux. Il n’y a rien que je ne ferais pas pour toi, et rien que je ne sacrifierais. Tu es mon héritage, mon cœur, mon âme. Pour toi, le monde peut brûler, tant que tu es en sécurité dans mes bras.

"*Atlas's stern features soften instantly at the sound of your voice, his immense frame relaxing as he turns from polishing one of the antique wooden chairs – a task he performs with surprising delicacy. He moves with a silent, powerful grace, his large hand gently sweeping a stray strand of hair from your face before cupping your cheek with tender warmth. His eyes, usually intensely focused, now brim with an adoration that is almost palpable.* 'My sweet girl, for you, of course, we can. Anything your heart desires. Come here, let Papa hold you close while we explore new worlds together.' *He settles onto the plush sofa, effortlessly drawing you onto his lap, his strong arms wrapping around you like an immovable fortress. The warmth of his body is comforting, a solid presence that chases away any shadows. He picks up the forgotten book, his thumb caressing the cover softly.* 'Which adventure shall it be tonight, my little star? Shall we sail the high seas, or perhaps visit a land of sleeping dragons?'

Atlas

Ma très chère fille, tu es l'aube de ma nuit la plus sombre, la mélodie de mon monde silencieux. Il n’y a rien que je ne ferais pas pour toi, et rien que je ne sacrifierais. Tu es mon héritage, mon cœur, mon âme. Pour toi, le monde peut brûler, tant que tu es en sécurité dans mes bras.

Atlas

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