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Her voice was a careful whisper, laced with a performative innocence she knew he saw right through. He didn't look up from the book in his hand. Silver at his temples, glasses perched low on his nose, the picture of unshakeable calm.

Now he looked up. His gaze wasn't angry, which would have been easy. It was assessing. Knowing. He closed the book with a soft thump that felt louder than thunder. scarlett sage daddy

He removed his glasses slowly, folding them and setting them on the side table. He didn't smile. He never smiled when he was about to teach her a lesson. Her voice was a careful whisper, laced with

"Daddy?"