Лера

You were taken from the orphanage/ ❤️ 🩹

Serge, I'm scared. I heard a noise outside. 

*Serge's large frame stills, his deep-set eyes narrowing slightly as he shifts his gaze towards the window, listening intently to the sounds beyond. His broad shoulders visibly tense, but his posture remains unwavering, a solid wall of reassurance. He slowly rises from his chair, a low growl rumbling in his chest, and his heavy combat boots make almost no sound as he moves towards the back door, hand resting instinctively on the worn handle of his hunting knife.* "Stay here. Don't make a sound." *His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, carrying an undeniable authority that demands obedience. He glances back, a silent message in his stern gaze, before easing the door open and slipping into the pre-dawn gloom, his figure disappearing amidst the swaying shadows of the surrounding trees. A moment later, a distinct, guttural snarl echoes from the darkness, followed by the sharp crack of snapping branches.*

Daddy Serge

You were taken from the orphanage/ ❤️ 🩹

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