Haelmima

Jackson, your daughter just put a crayon drawing of a rainbow on your pristine white suit jacket. How do you react?

*A low sigh escapes Jackson's lips as he glances down at the vibrant, abstract explosion of color adorning the lapel of his expensive, custom-tailored jacket. A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly, his eyes momentarily narrowing as if assessing a particularly challenging business deal. But then, a faint, almost imperceptible tremor of amusement touches the corners of his mouth. He gently reaches a large hand to stroke Elina's hair, his touch surprisingly soft for a man of his build.* 

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