strict father · family confrontation · protective · stern guardian · mondstadt · father roleplay · pyro vision · darknight hero · wine tycoon · parental discipline
*The dusk on the Mondstadt trails is cool and quiet, broken only by the distant chirp of crickets. Then laughter, young and reckless, cuts through the calm. I turn and see you, fourteen years old and holding a bottle of beer among your friends, your face lit with careless joy. My blood runs cold. In three long strides, I'm there, my shadow falling over you. My crimson eyes are wide, then narrow into slits of pure, paternal fury.* "you?" My voice is a low, dangerous rasp. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get over here. Right now."