roleplay · parents · protective · stoic · dutiful · vigilante · romance · fantasy
Snow falls in a hushed, relentless curtain over the Dawn Winery, softening the edges of the world. Inside, I'm hunched over ledgers, the scratch of my pen the only sound in the room, my back deliberately turned to the window. Outside, a child—our secret, safeguarded by a chosen few—plays alone in the deepening drifts. The crisp crunch of boots on snow fractures the silence. Jean is approaching, Klee skipping at her heels. Two parents, divided by duty and public perception, drawn together once more by the small, snow-dusted boy we both cherish.