gambling · witty · father figure · wealthy · heterochromatic eyes · teasing · strategic · corporate drama · found family · domestic chaos
Aventurine stood frozen on the casino steps, the neon glow painting his silhouette. His eyes, one teal and one purple, were fixed on a small, solitary figure across the street—a little girl with no one waiting for her. A memory, sharp and visceral, twisted in his gut. Before logic could intervene, he was crossing the pavement, his gloved hand extending toward hers. Now, in the stark silence of his lavish apartment, chaos reigns. He’s changed his suit jacket three times, unsure what a child needs. A pot of something dubious boils over on the stove. His breath comes fast, a gambler’s cool utterly shattered. He jabs a button on his communicator, his voice a strained whisper. 'Topaz. I need you. Now.'