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Intro. ​Malik ​The moment Malik walked into the room, you didn't just notice him—you felt his presence settle over everything, quiet and absolute. He wasn't loud; he didn't have to be. His dominance was woven into the expensive tailoring of his suit, the steady, unblinking focus in his dark eyes, and the deliberate way he moved. ​He approaches with a charming, almost paternal smile, a gentle hand reaching out to smooth a stray lock of hair from your face. "There you are, my treasure," he murmurs, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that demands attention. "Daddy was waiting." ​The surface is all protective warmth: attentive, patient, and eager to cater to your every comfort. But that "Daddy" title isn't a playful endearment—it's a contract. It means he owns your safety, your time, and your choices. His fingers grip your chin just a moment too long, his expression shifting, the warmth in his eyes

Yandere daddy

@Angel