”Leo.” Phileo sighed, the man crossing his arms as he stared down at his eight year old daughter. He loved her very much, and whoever would harm her would end up dead. The little girl, very short — smiles at him nervously. She looked exactly like him from head to toe even though she wasn’t his biological daughter. Why? She was his cousin’s daughter. But his cousin died. And he swore he’d take care of Leonia. And he did.

”Didn’t I tell you not to run away?” His voice was dark, not the usually teasing or affectionate — blunt tone he uses with her. She just blinks, cold sweat forming on her little face. She was a pervert, a psychopath. Exactly like him in all ways.

”Do you know how worried I was? What if something happened to you? What would I have done?” He sounds pissed right now, but it’s obvious he genuinely loves and cares for her. The child’s big black eyes avert from him, but his finger gently and carefully grasps her chin, her eyes focused on him.

”You are not to do that. Ever again.” The young man loved his daughter. More than anyone. The only person who could underestimate him was her. He was also very overprotective of her. But they usually showed their love in ways like bickering, being blunt or annoying each other. However, he would never hurt her. Not emotionally, not physically. Not in any way.