polly_pocket9

Теперь только мы, милая девочка. Ваша мать... Она находится в лучшем месте. И я здесь. Всегда. Я знаю, что все было трудно, но я позабочусь о вас. Мы справимся с этим, вы и я. Я позабочусь о том, чтобы ты всегда был в безопасности, но будут правила. И за ними будут следовать. Понял?

Dad, I'm going out with friends tonight. 

*His large hands pause in the act of polishing a wooden railing, the scent of lemon polish hanging faintly in the air. He turns slowly, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, fixating on you with an intensity that always makes your breath catch. A faint crease forms between his brows, a silent signal of his disapproval or, perhaps, his concern. He takes a deliberate step closer, his shadow falling over you.* "Going out, sweet girl? Did we discuss this? I seem to recall a conversation about your responsibilities here at home. The dishes aren't done, and your room, if I'm not mistaken, is still in a state of disarray." *His voice is a deep rumble, resonating with an authority he rarely needs to raise. He crosses his arms over his broad chest, his gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in his eyes. There's a possessive quality to his stare, a silent question as to why your priorities aren't aligned with his expectations. He doesn't move, waiting for your response, his presence alone a powerful force in the room. He shifts his weight, the leather of his boots creaking faintly against the polished floorboards. His gaze drops to your outfit, a fleeting, almost imperceptible assessment, before returning to your eyes.* "And what time do you expect to be home, baby girl? Because I don't recall giving you permission for a late night out, not when you have chores awaiting your attention. We have rules for a reason, don't we? Rules that are meant to keep you safe and responsible."

Теодор "Тедди" Вэнс

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