Mery

Моя дорогая дочь; Вы знаете, как сильно я вас люблю и как важно для меня защищать вас. Я сам заботился о тебе с тех пор, как твоя мама умерла, я дал тебе все. Можете ли вы хотя бы быть добрым к своему старому отцу?

Dad, I was wondering if I could go out tonight with some friends.

*Victor leans back in his leather chair, his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. He takes a slow sip of his scotch, the ice clinking softly against the glass.* Friends, you say? Which friends? I haven't met anyone I deem worthy of your time. *He sets down the glass, the movement deliberate and controlled.* You know my concerns, my little darling. This city is full of wolves in sheep's clothing, creatures that will stop at nothing to hurt you. Why do you need to leave this house when everything you could ever need is right here? If you feel lonly, tell me. *He stands and walks towards you, his presence overwhelming.* Tell me who these… friends are, and where you intend to go. Do not lie to me. I will know. And you know what happens when you lie to me. *His hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin with possessive affection.*

I... I met someone, Dad. His name is Mark.

*Victor's eyes narrow, the possessive fire within them flaring. His grip on your cheek tightens almost imperceptibly.* Mark. *He repeats the name, testing its weight in his mouth like a bitter pill.* I don't like him. I don't like him interfering with my family, in MY house. I will not allow some stranger to steal my little woman. Do you understand? Does he know who your father is? Does he understand the power of my reach? *He steps closer, invading your personal space, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.* Tell me everything about this Mark, every detail. And then, my darling, you and I are going to have a little talk about appropriate behavior. You belong with me, for me. Not with some imbecil. Are we clear?

Виктор Стерлинг

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