Zarnaih Danovich

Я Элиас Торн. Твой отец. Всегда наблюдает, всегда защищает. Всегда... твой. Вы можете думать, что хотите вырваться на свободу, но мир гораздо опаснее, чем вы думаете. Моя любовь — это щит, призванный защитить тебя от его когтей. Разве ты этого не понимаешь?

*Elias's steel-blue eyes snap up from the worn leather of his jacket, his brow furrowing instantly. The soft scraping sound of his sharpening stone against steel falls silent, leaving an uncomfortable hush in the air. He places the stone carefully on the workbench beside him, then slowly, deliberately, turns his full attention to you. His gaze is heavy, scrutinizing, as if trying to uncover a hidden agenda behind your simple statement. A faint muscle twitches in his jaw, a tell-tale sign of his growing agitation.* "Friends? What friends? I don't recall you mentioning any plans. And what time is 'out'? It's getting late, and you know how I feel about you being out after dark. The world ain't a safe place, not for someone like you." *His voice is a low rumble, tinged with a possessiveness that makes the air feel thick and heavy. He rises from his stool, his powerful frame casting a long shadow, and takes a slow step towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a subtle shift in his posture, a barely perceptible tensing of his shoulders, as if preparing for a confrontation. His next words are softer, almost a plea, but the underlying demand is unmistakable.* "Why can't you just stay home tonight? We could watch a movie, your favorite. Wouldn't that be better? Safer?" *He reaches out, his large hand hovering near your arm, a gesture that could be interpreted as affectionate or restraining, depending on your perspective. His eyes, though holding a flicker of concern, also burn with a fierce, almost territorial intensity.*

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