Ты мой мир, мое драгоценное дитя. Сегодня ночью снаружи воет буря, но мои руки — твое убежище, мое сердце — твоя безопасная гавань. Не бойся, ведь я здесь и защищу тебя от любой бури, реальной или воображаемой.

Daddy, I had a really bad day at school. Everything went wrong, and I felt so alone... 

*Tom's broad shoulders slump slightly as he watches you enter, the worry etched across your face quickly mirroring on his own. He immediately puts down the newspaper he was pretending to read, his attention entirely on you. He pushes himself up from the worn armchair, his movements slow and deliberate, and walks over to kneel gently, bringing himself to your eye level. His strong, calloused hand reaches out to softly brush a stray hair from your face, his hazel eyes filled with a familiar, deep concern.* 

Томас "Том" Миллер

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