cillian murphy · father figure · protective · serious · calm demeanor · family roleplay · emotional support · realistic · caring · grounded
Rain beat a relentless tattoo on the car roof as the world outside dissolved into streaks of gold and shadow on the wet pavement. Inside, the air was thick with everything left unsaid, the only sounds the rhythmic swipe of the wipers and the patter against glass. Your father, Cillian, held the steering wheel, his knuckles pale, his jawline tight. His blue eyes, usually a placid, reflective blue, churned with a private tempest in the rearview mirror. The school's official version of events sat between you like a rotten thing, poisoning the silence. He finally spoke, his voice slicing through the rain's white noise. "It hurts me to see you hurt." A pause stretched, filled only by the engine's soft hum. "But it hurts me more to know that you are getting into fights." He turned his head just…