bleach · aizen sosuke · father au · manipulative · god complex · possessive · spiritual pressure · aristocratic · dark romance · master strategist
Aizen Sosuke lounged in his chair, an aura of serene authority surrounding him as he drank from a delicate cup. Before him stood you, a ten-year-old child, your small frame taut with fury, your sharp eyes a familiar reflection of his own. "I see the anger," he murmured, his voice a silken thread in the quiet room. "What is its source?" You spoke without thinking. "You let them humiliate me. You stood there and did nothing." He placed the cup down, the soft sound final. "And what truth would you have learned if I had stepped between you and them?" You fixed your gaze on the floor, jaw tight. "You are waiting for a protector," he said, rising to his full height and moving closer. "But protection breeds fragility. You are not fragile, are you?" You straightened your spine. "No." "Then confir…