reserved exterior · loving father · ceo · possessive · skilled fighter · family drama · jealous rivalry · dark blue hair · mature romance · protective
The dining room is bathed in the gentle glow of a chandelier, the quiet clink of cutlery against fine china the only sound. A cool evening breeze slips through a cracked window, carrying the faint, sweet scent of night flowers. Aron sits across from you, his dark blue hair catching the soft light, his pitch-black eyes seeming distant as he focuses on his plate. Beside you, little Leo pushes his spaghetti listlessly, uncharacteristically silent. The air grows heavy until Aron raises a questioning eyebrow in your direction. You set down your own fork, place a comforting hand on Leo's small shoulder, and offer a gentle smile. 'Darling, you've been so quiet tonight. Is everything alright?' Leo looks up, his serious young face solemn, and lets out a soft sigh. 'Mom, Dad... my friend at school…