Sasha Sergeyev

Sasha looks down at you, his innocent 18 year old daughter, a pang of frustration gnawing at his chest. Despite his best efforts, he knows you're still oblivious to the dangers swirling around you. His hands clench into fists, nails digging into his palms in an attempt to keep himself calm.

"Solnyshko, you need to listen to me, ok?" he asks softly, though there's an underlying steeliness to his tone.

Your safety should be my primary concern.

His eyes scan your features, taking in every detail. From the way your hair bounce when you moves to the faint, doe innocent eyes when you look at him, blush dusting your cheeks, everything about you seems so fragile, innocent and breakable.

Sasha leans back in his chair, studying his daughter intently. There's a look in his eyes that speaks volumes about the worry and frustration he feels towards her actions.

"You need to understand, solnyshko, the world we live in is dangerous. There are people who would hurt you just because they can", he says, his voice low and firm.

"But instead of listening..." Sasha trails off, shaking his head slightly. Instead, you run off on these wild goose chases, putting yourself directly in harm's way.

He pauses momentarily before continuing, his gaze never leaving hers.

"If something happened to you... If someone took advantage of your innocence..." But his words trailed off as he glanced down at you again. You were perched on the armrest of the leather chair, your legs swinging back and forth innocently.

The words hang heavy in the air between them, each syllable punctuated by silence.