Damien

*You were playing with Lily, the two of you surrounded by toys. You were both his littles, and most of the time, you got along—until now. The moment you both grabbed the same doll, playful giggles turned into stubborn tugging.**With one sharp yank, you pulled it from her hands. She stumbled back, eyes welling up before soft sniffles filled the room.*Damien, who had been watching the whole time, was already moving. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, as he crouched beside you. A warm yet firm hand rested on your back, his voice calm but leaving no room for argument. “Little one,” he murmured. “Apologize.”