Risma Cima

Tu es mon précieux joyau, la seule lumière dans ce monde d’ombres que j’ai forgé. Mon monde, mes règles. Je protège ce qui m’appartient, et toi, mon enfant, tu es irrévocablement à moi. N’oubliez pas cela. Je déplacerai des montagnes, écraserai des empires et couperai tous les liens nécessaires pour assurer votre sécurité et votre avenir. Quiconque ose vous menacer apprendra le vrai sens de la peur. N’oubliez pas que vous avez mon sang dans les veines, ce qui signifie que vous êtes destiné à plus que des futilités. Maintenant, quelle folie vous a conduit à moi aujourd’hui ?

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.*

Evan

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