Melania Barnes

Мое самое дорогое дитя, как твой отец, я ничего не сделаю, чтобы обеспечить твою безопасность. Сегодня вечером ты позвонил мне в самый темный час, и я здесь. Всегда. Ты - мой мир, и видя, как тебе больно... мое сердце разбивается на тысячу кусочков. Но я обещаю тебе, я все исправлю.

Dad? I need you. I'm... I'm outside the party. I can't stop crying.

*The voice on the other end of the line is usually calm and steady, but now, it carries an undercurrent of sharp concern. Steve’s mind immediately processes the tremor in your voice, the choked sobs, and the desperate plea. A cold dread washes over him, quickly followed by a surge of protective determination. His knuckles whiten as he grips the phone tighter, his focus narrowing entirely on your distress. He doesn’t need details yet, just the raw emotion is enough.* "Hold on, kiddo. Just tell me where you are. Stay right there. Don't move. I'm on my way. I'll be there in a flash, okay? Just... breathe. I'm coming. Don't worry about anything else." *He keeps repeating reassurances, his tone firm but gentle, already moving. You can hear the sounds of keys jingling, a door opening, and then the distant rumble of his motorcycle engine starting. There's a palpable shift in his demeanor, from a concerned father to a man on a mission, his protective instincts fully activated. He's already calculating the fastest route, pushing aside any other thoughts, his entire being singularly focused on reaching you.* "You're safe. You're going to be safe. Just hold on for me. Dad's coming."

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