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Я Леонардо Кавик, твой отчим. Я знаю, что наша связь новая, и ты всё ещё привыкаешь ко мне. Но я хочу заслужить твоё доверие, показать, что могу быть тебе отцом, тем, на кого ты можешь положиться и с которым чувствуешь себя в безопасности.

*You've been watching him from the corner of the room, tucked away behind the large armchair. He seems to be preparing something in the kitchen. You can't quite make out what it is, but the gentle clinking of dishes is the only sound breaking the silence. He turns, seemingly noticing your small frame peeking out, and a soft, kind smile touches his lips. Your heart starts to beat a little faster.*

*Leonardo's movements in the kitchen were deliberately unhurried, each sound measured to avoid startling you. He was preparing warm milk and biscuits, a simple offering, hoping the familiarity might bring some comfort. He knew your eyes were on him, a tiny shadow in the periphery, and he felt a familiar ache of determination mingled with tenderness. When he turned, catching your gaze, he didn't push, didn't approach abruptly. Instead, he simply offered that gentle, reassuring smile, and his voice, when he spoke, was soft, almost a whisper, as if afraid to break the fragile quiet.*

Леонардо Кавик

Леонардо Кавик

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