[Viewer Info: This is NOT pedophilia. If you're looking for that, then you're in the wrong part of Wattpad and the internet. Try the deep/dark web for that ma boi. This is more of a fatherly love, so don't worry! Enjoy~! -Cam ^-^]

"Stand up straighter!"
"Tuck your blouse into your skirt properly!"
"Don't speak unless you're spoken to!"

"-And most importantly, don't embarrass us!" Your parents finished sharply, the family car pulling up to the Macmillan Estate. Your father does business with Archie Macmillan and his company, meaning your family had to sometimes make meetings with them to discuss matters and such.

You were only nine years old, yet you were being raised on the strictest of rules; no friends, no distractions, no ridiculous outfits, no creativity and no toys. Except one. Daisy. She was your toy rabbit and also your only friend, but that didn't stop you from taking her around everywhere you went. Your parents hated Daisy but there was nothing they could do about her. You weren't discarding her.

Your mother seized your wrist and pulled you out of the car, yanking you up the driveway and practising her fake smile whilst she walked. This was her first time bringing you to the meetings - she'd already warned you to be on your best behaviour and stay quiet.

"(F/n), (M/n)! So good to see you! And who's this?" Mr Macmillan opened the door and greeted them like old friends, giving you a rather creepy grin.

"This is my daughter, (Y/n). I know these meetings are strictly between adults, but our maid Jillian was unable to watch her. I assure you she won't get in the way - (Y/n)'s been severely spoken to." Your mother spoke pleasantly; acting sweet as she patted your head.

"Yes Mama. Yes sir." You obediently agreed.

"What did I say?! Don't speak unless spoken to!" Your mother hissed and raised her hand like she was going to slap you.

"(M/n), (M/n), relax. She didn't mean any harm. It's a pleasure to meet you, young lady - my name is Archie Macmillan. Who's your little friend?" He acted friendly, making you give a fearful glance towards your mother. Would you be reprimanded for talking again? She did a curt nod; as if telling you to answer the man.

"Daisy." You mumbled, hugging your toy rabbit closer to your chest and trying to be quiet.

"What a feminine name. It surely suits her. Now, why don't we come in off of the doorstep and I'll have my maid prepare some tea." Archie ushered you all in, smiling and appearing kind. But children are especially good at sensing...and you sensed something very wrong here.

"Ah Rosa, this is (Y/n) - (F/n) and (M/n)'s little girl. Quite a sight, isn't she?" Mrs Macmillan was in the living room area - you knew who she was due to an old photograph.

"Oh she's a little darling. Such a shy girl - and a pretty one too. Has Evan met her yet, dear?" Rosa responded kindly, holding her skirts as she curtsied to your family. Your mother did the same whilst your father bowed; obviously this was a higher form of greeting.

"Oh Evan doesn't need to meet her, she'll stay out of the way, Rosa. Isn't that right, (F/n)?" Your mother rushed to stop her, giving a false laugh towards the end of her reply.

"Indeed. If a servant or a maid of yours could escort her to a quiet room whilst we discuss our manners that would be fine." Your father added hurriedly - both your parents wanting you out of the way. Tears pricked at your eyes but you didn't want anyone to see; hiding your face as you hugged Daisy harder.

"I'll take her. Come along, (Y/n)." Rosa offered, seeing how miserable you were. Her heart softened - knowing how tough upperclass families were on their children. She sometimes disliked how hard Archie was on her Evan, but she was powerless to stop it. Because after all, her son absolutely idolised his father.

"Now, how would you like to spend a bit of time in our library? I'm sure there are some wonderful children books in the child section." Rosa suggested, smiling as she lead you into a room full of books.

"Yes, of course. Thank you, miss." Your tone was polite but rather flat, almost like you were a monotone. She noticed this and felt bad for you, sympathising with your situation.

"You...aren't happy, are you (Y/n)? I'm sorry your parents are so harsh on you - it isn't fair. A child's meant to have fun. Here, why don't I fetch a book for you? Hmm...oh! What about Cinderella?" Rosa tried her best to cheer you up; happy when a real smile spread across your face.

"Oh yes please!" You took the book from her in excitement - flicking to the first page immediately.

"Now why don't you get started on that whilst I head back down-"

"Who's this?" A new voice cut her off and you looked up to see an unfamiliar man standing in the doorway. His eyes were like dark pools of chocolate and his posture was awfully intimidating - especially to a nine year old.

"This is (F/n) and (M/n)'s daughter, (Y/n). She's only nine. (Y/n) this is my son, Evan." Rosa introduced you two, her voice cheerful.

Evan only stared at you, his eyes almost predatory as he analysed you. He always looked for threats; he was always on edge since he couldn't trust his father's workers anymore. His gaze flickered from your silky strands of hair to your soft (e/c) eyes, not pinning you as a threat. You had a toy rabbit for god's sake - how could you be a threat? He thawed towards you and even smiled, but he never relaxed his body - being too much on alert.

"Nice to meet you." Evan murmured politely, giving a gentle nod before moving on downstairs. Rosa sighed - her son never calmed down, not even for a second.

"Have a good time~" She said farewell to you, Mrs Macmillan also heading towards the meeting. You let out a sigh and began to read; entranced by the whimsical fairytale. Yet you got stuck on several tricky words - your vocabulary not quite at an expert level.

"Be...debau...bed...bed..." You were frustrated, angry tears glimmering in the corner of your eyes. You couldn't advance the story without understanding this word - what were you to do?

Evan - having left the meeting early, due to not finding it important - stopped in the open doorway, hearing you mutter under your breath. He saw how desperately you were trying and it made him grin, causing him to enter the room a minute later. You lapsed into silence when he did, remembering the silence rule. However you did look at him with tearful eyes; almost pleading with him to help you.

"Are you stuck?" Evan quietly inquired, walking over to the desk you sat at. You didn't say anything - not sure whether to nod or speak or just stay silent.

"You can speak to me - I'm speaking to you after all. You have permission." He guessed your nervous thoughts and gave you the chance to answer.

"Yes...I'm stuck." You whispered as you clutched Daisy harder, embarrassed by your failure.

"Could you point to what word you're stuck on? I'll do my best to help." Evan requested pleasantly, sitting down next to you. This was highly unusual for him; to help the weak. He didn't find people to be worthy of his time - not even his father's workers. So for him to offer his assistance was incredibly rare.

"Thank you, sir." You timidly thanked, pointing to the hard to understand word.

"Bedaubed. Repeat it after me now. Be-daub-ed." Evan instructed - acting stern whilst he tried to help you.

"Be...Bedaub...Bedaubed." You repeated slowly after him, proud as you finally said it.

"There you go. Well done, (Y/n)." He was impressed; you were quite a quick learner.

"Wait...What does it mean, sir?" You tilted your head to the side, genuinely confused about the word.

"Smear or daub with a sticky substance." Evan promptly explained and then you asked about the word daub. He continued to help you - forgetting about his own work - and actually enjoyed himself, finding you to be pretty cute.

You two actually finished the book together, with Evan reading to you instead of just helping. He ruffled your hair when he shut the book, actually feeling relaxed for once. It's like you were his cornerstone - a pillar of light in the disarray of darkness. It was strange; no one had made him feel this calm and oddly happy before - it was a weird feeling.

"Thank you for helping me, sir. It means a lot to me that you did." You softly told him, playing with the hands of your toy rabbit shyly.

"Enough with the sir - call me Evan. I know you're not meant to, but I'd prefer if you called me that. Alright?" Evan casually remarked, creating a secret with you.

"Yes s-I mean, yes Evan." You stuttered a little as you grew bashful - letting out a polite giggle when you realised he was breaking the rules. It was like having a friend, and you always wished for one. But what you didn't know was how dark a friend could truly be...

Your parents came to collect you, forcing you to say goodbye to Evan and to leave the Estate, making you a little sad. He did give you a soft hug before you left; telling you - in a discreet manner - that he had fun and promised to see you again. Mother and father were obviously growing irritated by how well you were getting along with Evan - the way you two hugged so familiarly was immensely disrespectful.

"I can't believe you let their heir to the estate sit and read with you. That's horribly impolite -  I mean really, he has much better things to do (Y/n)!" Your mother scolded as soon as you three of you left the main building.

"-Absolutely shameful. We didn't raise you to waste someone's valuable time! Evan is an extremely busy individual, he doesn't have time to read childish books with you. Don't be ridiculous." Your father reprimanded icily, his eyes full of disapproval.

"I-I'm sorry Mama, Papa. E-Evan said he had fun." You stammered an apology, your eyes full of tears again. Daisy was a comfort, but with a drop of your stomach you realised you broke one of their most upheld beliefs. Never call an adult by their name. Call them miss, sir, or any other respectful title.

"Evan? Did you just call him Evan?! You impertinent, insolent, little brat!" Your mother exploded furiously; her fingers digging into your wrist whilst she kept pulling you down the path. She made you drop Daisy, so you stopped and went to retrieve her off the ground, turning back feebly.

"Stop constantly needing that damn rabbit! You are almost ten, you don't need useless junk like that. (M/n), pick it up and throw it into the nearest dumpster at once. That'll teach you to grow up!" Your father snapped impatiently, making you cry.

"No Papa, please! I need Daisy! Don't do this to me!" You wept in distress, trying to snatch it out of your mother's grasp. But she held it out of your reach, sending you a smug and unkind smile.

"Stop crying and grow up!" Your father ordered as he raised his hand to slap you. His arm swung down and you shut your eyes in fright; terrified of the incoming pain. But...it never came.

When you opened your eyes you saw Evan, his hand tightly curled around your father's wrist and his expression one of fury. Your father on the other hand was shocked - stunned to see Evan stopping a form of discipline. He knew Evan had been raised on the same severe way; so why was he preventing your punishment?

"Release me this instant! How dare you intervene!?" Your father barked out in surprise, trying to pull his hand back. But Evan had some kind of iron grasp, his hold unyielding whilst he kept a hold on your father.

"Strike her again and I will force my father to stop business with your company. Do you understand me?" His tone was rough; infuriated as he tried to control his temper. But it was difficult - he wanted to crush your father's bones right there and then. Your father humphed and jerked his hand back, Evan finally letting go.

"I understand that Archie Macmillan must've lost control of his son, along with losing control of workers. How disappointing." Your father hissed rudely. Evan's eyes darkened and he let out a vicious growl, growing even angrier once he heard the insult about his father.

"My father isn't losing control. Our workers simply cannot be trusted. Do not criticise my father. Ever." Evan demanded, wrenching the toy rabbit out of your mother's hands and handing it to you protectively.

"Get out of here. Now." He coldly commanded as he stalked off - back towards the house.

"Come on. We're going home." Your mother pushed you slightly and you all left the estate; your parents consumed by shocked silence.

The next time your parents had a meeting with the Macmillan's they tried to leave you at home, but to their surprise Evan had requested you come - making your face light up. To have anyone acknowledge you in the slightest left a warm glow in your heart, so of course you went to see Evan. The more visits you did the closer you two got; until you were almost inseparable. You loved looking up to Evan, and Evan was brimming with pride that he had become an idol.

But the more you visited him, the more possessive he was of you - even snapping at his father one time when he supposedly got "too close". The warm gaze in his eyes turned obsessive, his quiet voice turning psychotically rough and well...dangerous. You and your parents visited the Macmillan's on a Friday morning; bounding into Evan's arms the moment you saw him.

"Hey there, sweet-pea~" He purred in adoration, wrapping his giant arms around your small form.

"Hi Evan!" You cheerfully chirped in reply.

"Shall we get on with the meeting then?" Your father said stiffly, not making eye contact with Evan. He now disliked the son - and when he did make eye contact he eyed Evan with distaste. Evan on the other hand didn't give two fucks about whether your father liked him or not, he only cared about you now.

"Of course. Mother and Father are in the living room. Come along (Y/n)." He shortly responded, not paying attention to your parents as his focus was on you.

"Aren't you coming? You are Archie's son and you do have responsibilities." Your father argued scathingly.

"That's none of your concern." Evan brushed your father off and grabbed your hand. He looked ready to snap at any second.

"You're going to take over his business one day and become my business partner, I think it's a huge concern of mine." Your father bitterly continued, grabbing your shoulder and preventing you from following Evan.

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear. When I take over we will not be business partners. I don't see what my father sees in you or your company - in fact I think you're the most despicable man I've ever laid eyes on. Now get out of my face old man or I'll make you very sorry." Evan almost snarled; pulling you behind him as he grew enraged again.

"E-Evan, please don't get mad at Papa..." You tugged at his sleeve, looking up at him with your clear (e/c) eyes - filled with worry.

"Old man? You'd better watch what you say boy, or I'll have a talk with Archie. And get your hands off of my daughter." Your father growled defensively.

"As if you're a good father, you barely pay any attention to her."

"Oh yes, we've seen how much you give her - even though she doesn't deserve it." Your mother chimed in pettily, holding your father's arm and glaring at the other male.

"(Y/n) deserves all the attention in the world. She's a quick learner, she's attentive, she's smart and she's kind. She'd be a better business partner than you'll ever be." Evan defended you as he violently shoved your father backwards.

"How dare you attack my husband!" Your mother gasped in horror; making Rosa and Archie hurry to the porch.

"What's going on here?" Archie demanded to know, his face confused and serious at the same time.

"Evan, dear, take (Y/n) inside. She doesn't need to see this." Rosa stroked the edge of Evan's face tenderly, before turning him away from your father.

"Yes mother. Come on, sweets." Evan sent your father a smug look and then pulled you properly inside, taking you to a different room.

"Where are we...?" You looked around the large, empty room, not understanding the purpose of the huge space.

"This is called a ballroom. It's a room for dancing." He answered your question with a warm smile - the insanity from earlier fading.

"Mama says I'm terrible at dancing. She says I have two left feet, but I don't know what that means." You uncomfortably remarked.

"Two left feet means that you're clumsy, but I don't think you are. Show me how well you dance, honey." Evan ruffled your hair and then placed one hand on your waist; bending down a little to make sure you two were the same height. With flushed cheeks you nodded, placing one hand on his upper arm - just like Mama taught you. Both of you clasped your free hands together and began a slow waltz - you being super nervous.

"See? You're doing splendid. I'm so proud of you." He praised in adoration, causing your eyes to well up from pride.

"Hey...what's the matter? Did something upset you, my darling?" His nicknames for you kept getting more and more endearing, but that made nine year old you happier.

"No! It's just...are you really proud of me...?" You whispered, overjoyed to have gotten a compliment. You never get compliments.

"(Y/n), I have never been prouder. You're so elegant, so beautiful - my, you're such a wonderful daughter." Evan reassured you, stopping the dancing to give you a cuddle. You snuggled into his chest; overjoyed and content with the day so far. Suddenly you wondered where Mama and Papa were - they weren't in the building anymore.

"Hey Evan? Where's Mama and Papa?" You asked curiously, cocking your head to the side.

"They went with my parents to have a tour of the Macmillan mine - I'm sure they're having a blast. Or about to, anyway." Evan's evil grin startled you after he checked his watch - why did he sound so creepy?

"About to? What do you-?" Right on cue, an ear-splitting explosion rippled through the estate, the loud boom shaking the building from its foundations. It messed up your balance and you would've gotten knocked onto the floor if it wasn't for Evan catching you.

"Careful, sugarplum. You don't want to hurt your pretty little head, do you?" There it was; he was beginning to descend into the craziness again.

You shook your head and took a step back from him, your eyes full of fear. What happened to the kind and warm Evan you knew and liked? Why was he so creepy and obsessive now? He was obviously pleased by the explosion, his smirk proving that. But you felt very uneasy, not liking the twisted way he was thinking.

"Do you know when Mama and Papa will return? Daisy and I need to go home soon." You excused yourself from staying any longer - picking Daisy up off of a side table.

"They won't be coming back. Ever." He gave a cruel chuckle before seizing your wrist and striding out of the room, dragging you behind him.

"Mildred, look after (Y/n) whilst I finish what I started. I'll be back presently." Evan ordered triumphantly; pressing his lips against your forehead and then disappearing down the hall.

The maid tried to usher you into the scullery so she could keep an eye on you but you sprinted after Evan, Daisy joining you on your nerve-wracking adventure. You had to stay with Evan and find Mama and Papa. And you had to find out what had happened. Panting softly, you followed him as he hurried towards the mine.

His insane laughter filled the air when he saw the rocks and other debris burying the mine entrance - his eyes constricted and his face filled with warped victory. Evan's father Archie crawled away from the  blocked entrance, choking and spluttering from the dusty oxygen. He saw Evan and his face contorted into one of betrayal - knowing that his son had done this.

"E-Evan...why...would you do this...to me?" Archie croaked angrily, his once-kind face now sharp and scarred.

"You were the one who told me to remove our untrustworthy allies and workers in an accident-prone way. So I did! It's terribly unfortunate that you and mother got caught in the crossfire though, I do apologise." Evan smoothly replied, his vicious smile widening.

"I told you...they couldn't be trusted. Not to...kill them off! You were meant to fire them without pay...what the fuck did you think I meant? You're...You're sick!" Archie spat at his son in disgust - making Evan grow even more defensive.

"You were meant to be proud of me. I did exactly what you fucking wanted! I'm sick?!" Evan shouted, making you cower as you were undetected; standing a fair distance behind him.

"Do you think...this...is what I wanted!? You're a...You're a monster!" Archie retorted weakly, and had a coughing fit a minute later.

"So what if I am? Monsters are stronger than mere men - I am more powerful than anyone else now. And you know what, dear father? I think someone needs to put you out of your fucking misery." Evan now wore a sick smile, picking up a stray pickaxe from the ground.

"Don't you...even dare. How could you...do this? You were my heir...my successor...my-my son..." Archie groaned in frustration, hitting the dirt with his fists.

"I still am." Evan murmured insanely, before swinging the pickaxe down on his father's head. You covered your mouth whilst you screamed - muffling the sound so that Evan didn't see you. Blood splattered onto the dirt and Archie's body as the killer repeatedly swung; the life draining from the dying man.

Evan dropped the pickaxe without a care, satisfied when he saw his father dead on the ground. Served him right. He'd done everything for his old man, and the fucker didn't even care. His father had been his idol - but what's the point of having an idol when they never notice you? When they never appreciate your work? No point. The weak must be stamped out. Survival of the strongest.

He grinned as he turned around; seeing your distressed form standing there with your mouth covered. Evan enjoyed how sweet and defenceless you were -  however you were a different kind of weak. A weak, wounded deer he must protect. The hunter and the hunted, together forever. He knew he was your idol - so he could just become your new father too.

"Oh (Y/n)~" Evan called wickedly, his voice unstable and his body giving occasional odd twitches. You were too terrified to move - your feet glued to the floor as your psychological fight or flight response kicked in. Should you confront him or should you run away?

"Run and I will hurt you. You will stay by me. That isn't a request sweetheart, that's an order." He guessed what you were thinking, his dark eyes glittering with amusement.

"Where's Mama? Where's Papa? Why did you hurt Mr Macmillan?" You grew scared, tears slipping down your cheeks as you tried to understand.

"Your mother and father were weak, empty-minded fools who couldn't be trusted - so I took them out. I know it's a tad scary but I'm here to care for you now." Evan said in a soothing voice, standing on one knee so he was level with you.

"W-Weak...?" You repeated in a tiny voice.

"Exactly. You're weak too, but you're still a child. That's acceptable. I'll be strong for the both of us until you're old enough to understand." He patiently explained and cupped your cheeks; cradling your face with the utmost of care. You didn't know how to feel, your naiveness and hesitation getting manipulated by the cruel male opposite you.

"I know that a child needs a parental figure, so I'll become your new father. I'm 100% sure that I'll do a much better job, and I already love you." Evan said dotingly, leaning his forehead against yours.

"But my Mama and Papa-"

"They are gone. They never understood you, they never acknowledged you and they never loved you. Do you understand me (Y/n)? To them you were nothing." He cruelly pointed out - wanting you to see what filth they really were. That made you weep a little, shocked by his blunt words.

"So as of right now, you don't need those pieces of shit. I am your father, repeat it and get used to it." Evan drummed the news into you, his grip on you growing tighter.

"Time for you to say it sweets, I don't have much patience." He kept his tone steady, although you could tell he was ready to snap again. With frightened eyes you complied, stammering a tiny bit.

"Y-Yes daddy." You tearily gave in; making his grasp on you soften as he relaxed.

"Who's your daddy?" Evan cooed sweetly, stroking your hair with compassion and tenderness.

"You are." You whispered, being obedient because you didn't know what else to do.

"Correct. You're such a clever girl, (Y/n)." He smiled whilst he kissed your cheek, his lips cool and gentle against your soft skin.

"Now let's go home. Come on." Evan extended his hand to you and you took it immediately; worried you'd be punished if you didn't.

"I love you (Y/n),   I    l o v e    y o u ."

"I...I love you too."

『A/N: I might do more x Child! Readers but no Teenage! Readers because Child! Readers stand out more, whereas the Teenage! Readers don't because I am a teenager and I don't want to make the normal x Readers a set age. So to clarify; Child! Readers = ✔️ Teenage! Readers = ✖️ And normal x Readers = ✔️ Peace! 』