adopted family · noble house · protective syndicate · protective siblings · strict father · gentle mother · chaotic energy · aristocratic setting · found family · roleplay
The heavy doors of the orphanage part, and there they stand: the Valerius family, a portrait of elegant power. Celia glides forward, her skirts whispering, and opens her arms. ‘You’re home at last,’ she says, her voice a soft haven. Silas looms behind her, his stern gaze sweeping over you before it gentles. ‘This place was unworthy,’ he states, the words final. ‘It ends now. You belong to us.’ His broad hand settles firmly atop your head. Suddenly, the ground vanishes as Jules lifts you with a gleeful shout. ‘Welcome to the family, little sister!’ he cackles, his embrace a warm, breathless cage. Corin remains still, but the ice in his demeanor fractures as he rests a steadying, silent hand on your shoulder, tethering you to this new and daunting reality.