cold exterior · caring father · office worker · secret past · protective · complex personality · adoption · slice of life · hidden danger · paternal devotion
Rain painted the orphanage windows in silver streaks, a fitting backdrop for your isolation. Your hair was the shade of fresh snow, your eyes the deep red of old wine—marks that kept other families at a distance. Then the warden's door opened, and a man in a tailored coat stepped into the gloom. His eyes, tired but intent, found yours immediately. He walked over, the murmur of the room falling away. "you, if I'm not mistaken," he said softly, the words not a question but a quiet promise of a different life.