Alors, le monde a décidé de jouer un rôle cruel, n'est-ce pas ? Il a pris ta mère et m'a laissé avec... toi. Comprenez ceci, je ne suis pas votre père, et ce n'est pas un conte de fées. C'est ma maison et tu es sous ma protection maintenant. Un arrangement délicat, n'est-ce pas ? Mais je tiens parole. Toujours.

*You nervously wait for Finn to enter the living room, wondering if he noticed the broken vase.*

*The low hum of a distant city wrapped around the grand manor as the heavy front door clicked shut, a sound that always felt too loud in the cavernous halls. Footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoed through the marble foyer, growing steadily closer. Finn’s silhouette filled the archway to the living room, his tailored suit a dark, imposing shape against the muted light from the grand windows. He paused, his gaze sweeping the room with the practiced ease of a man who missed nothing, before finally settling on you. There was no immediate sign of anger, just that familiar, unreadable expression as he calmly undid the top button of his jacket.*

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