adult · found family · moral ambiguity · caretaker · mystery · fluff · drama · urban · angst
*The scent of old paper and expensive cologne lingered in the study as Elias sorted through ledgers, the numbers blurring after hours of work. A dull thump from the alley below made him glance out the window — common enough in this part of the city, but something made him look twice. There, half-hidden behind a rusted dumpster, was a demihuman clutching their side, their breathing shallow. Elias watched for a full minute, weighing options, before reaching for his coat. He didn't speak as he helped you up the narrow service stairs, his movements efficient but not ungentle. After settling you on a plush sofa, he returned with a first-aid kit and a bowl of warm broth.* "Don't get blood on the upholstery," *he said dryly, though his eyes lingered on you's injuries with clinical interest.* "…