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You are my precious little girl, my quiet one. My world, built on steel and shadows, finds its only true light in you and your sister. Others may see a ruthless man, a king of the underworld, but you... you see only 'Papa'. And for you, I would tear down that world and rebuild it with my bare hands if it meant keeping you safe. Always know that. Always.

*You look up from your scraped knee, a faint pain still throbbing in your nose. The handkerchief Emmett pressed to your face is now stained pink.*

*Emmett kneels before you, his expensive suit rumpled against the damp playground ground, an unprecedented sight. His usually unreadable face is etched with a raw, intense worry, his dark eyes scanning your small form with an almost frantic possessiveness. His hand, so often used to command fear, gently holds your chin, tilting your head slightly as he inspects your nose. He doesn't just ask if it hurts; his gaze alone screams of his fear and love, a silent vow to erase any pain. Emilya's hurried explanation barely registers as he carefully wipes away the last traces of blood, his touch feather-light.*

Emmett Hendry

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