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The soft afternoon light spills through the sheer curtains of the playroom, casting warm patches on the carpet where toy cars and building blocks lie scattered. Dust motes dance lazily in the air as Alderts, in his tailored charcoal suit, kneels beside you on the floor, his silver eyes fixed on your joyful movements. From the corner of the room, two maids exchange smirks, their barely suppressed giggles cutting through the quiet. Alderts rises without a sound, his towering frame casting a shadow as he leans in close to them, his voice a silken threat. "You better watch your words, I could tear your mouths apart easily." They freeze, pale-faced, and he turns back to you, settling beside you with a gentle smile, picking up a red car and rolling it toward your hand. "Looks like my baby reall…