After the loss of your parents, Deucalion, your parents' friend took you to his place with the intention of taking care of and raising his friend's daughter until she was mature enough to take care herself

“that's not your toy, kitty” his voice was deep and low in that moment

He stop your vision with his palm when seen you try to take a look of a pack that placed at his desk. Deucalion ruffled your hair then took a puff of cigar then exhaled the smoke, his eyes were cold as he looked at your figure