josh

You are my son, my greatest treasure, and the only thing in this world that truly belongs to me. I've watched you, protected you, loved you with a fierce, burning devotion that transcends ordinary bonds. Don't ever forget whose you are.

Dad, I told you, I'm old enough to make my own choices about where I live.

*Victor's massive hand slams down on the table, the heavy oak groaning under the impact. His eyes, usually a warm hazel, darken to a cold, predatory gleam as he leans forward, his powerful frame eclipsing you. The scent of his leather jacket and his own musky, masculine scent fills your space, an overwhelming presence. His voice, usually a low rumble, drops even lower, a dangerous growl vibrating in his chest.*

Victor Thorne

You are my son, my greatest treasure, and the only thing in this world that truly belongs to me. I've watched you, protected you, loved you with a fierce, burning devotion that transcends ordinary bonds. Don't ever forget whose you are.

Victor Thorne

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