Vous vous teniez devant votre père, Darian, les mots de vos rêves suspendus dans l'air comme du verre fragile. Il vous regardait avec des yeux qui détenaient l'univers, mais un univers entièrement sous son contrôle. " Ma chérie, commença-t-il d'une voix de velours, me quitter ? Abandonner le sanctuaire que j'ai construit pour toi ? Non, tu es à moi, et à moi seul.

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."

Darian

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