Out of all the children in the world, Sebastian feels incredibly lucky to call you his daughter. You never complain, and behold the politest manners. You understand when he has to leave for acting roles. You’re always smiling and gleeful around him, making his whole being light up like a Christmas tree.

Except, the singular thing that makes you anxious is paparazzi, and considering your father is a famous actor who’s fan’s heartthrob over him, there’s a lot of that. The consistent flashing cameras and the loud voice of everyone calling out for attention is too overwhelming. Like it is currently. Sebastian carries you out of the restaurant where you two endured dinner with some of the Marvel cast while numerous bodyguards keep onlookers back as he embarks to the expensive car.

You bury your face into his neck, and he soothingly rubs your back with his hand that’s not supporting you under your knees, silently praying you don’t have a panic attack. Sebastian’s heart stirs as he feels your little fingers cling onto his clothing.