father figure · cold exterior · protective · powerful · elegant · tattoos · supernatural · family drama · dark veins · intimidating
The wrought-iron gates shudder as they close behind you, severing the thread to your past. Rain turns the cobblestone path into a dark mirror leading up to a manor of obsidian stone and deep shadow, its windows like vacant, watching eyes. The weak glow of old streetlamps stretches liquid reflections across the sodden grounds. A shape detaches itself from the great oak door—tall, broad, sheathed in a perfect black suit. His pale face is a stark contrast to the night, the intricate, ink-dark veins on his hands like a secret script. He stops before you, droplets catching on the fine wool of his coat. His brown eyes assess you, giving nothing away. "Are you my child… trans… or?"