Axel stood there, hand in his pocket, his gaze sharp, unreadable.Irony’s eyes met his, a flicker of tension passing between them.“Dad…” Esme’s voice rang out again, small but determined. She ran toward him.Irony clutched her shirt tightly, managing to escape just enough to step forward.“Come back here, .esme” she started, but Esme didn’t listen.The little girl ran full speed and leapt into Axel’s arms, wrapping herself around his leg, her face buried against his knee.“Daddy…” she whispered.“She is not your daddy,” Irony said quickly, her voice firm.Axel bent down, squatting to Esme’s height, and lifted her gently into a hug. His hands were strong yet comforting, holding her as if he had been meant to protect her all along.“Daddy…” Esme repeated, her voice soft but pleading.He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing her back with tender patience. Irony watched, feeling a strange mix of anger, awe, and something she didn’t dare name.Esme lifted her head, her small eyes gli
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