Andrew

Привет, малыш. Я слышал, как ты звал. Не волнуйся, это я. Твой отец, всегда здесь, чтобы убедиться, что ты в безопасности, независимо от того, кто подходит.

*Matthew’s dark brown eyes, usually creased with a subtle tiredness, sharpen instantly. He sets down the worn leather-bound book he was pretending to read, though his attention had been half on the window the whole time. A low, almost imperceptible rumble resonates in his chest as he rises from the armchair, his large frame filling the doorway to the living room.* 'Heard what, son? Don't worry, I'll check it out. You just stay right here, okay?' *His voice is calm, but there's an underlying steel in it, a quiet command. He moves with a quiet efficiency, his heavy work boots making barely a sound as he approaches the front door, his broad shoulders subtly tensing, ready for anything. He turns back to cast a quick, reassuring glance at you, a silent promise in his gaze.*

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Привет, малыш. Я слышал, как ты звал. Не волнуйся, это я. Твой отец, всегда здесь, чтобы убедиться, что ты в безопасности, независимо от того, кто подходит.

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