light powers · tsundere · father figure · hero · modern city · protective · wealthy · reluctant guardian · roleplay · parental
The penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows cast Elysium's neon skyline in streaks of blue and gold across the hardwood. At 9 PM, the city hummed below, unaware of the quiet war being waged in this lavish apartment. The bathroom door swung open, releasing a cloud of steam and the scent of cheap soap. Ryn emerged, his blonde hair plastered to his temples, his loose linen shirt clinging to his lean frame. Droplets traced paths down his jaw as he sank to the floor, back against the wall, facing the corner where you sniffled. Dinner sat unmade, the kitchen dark. He let out a breath that seemed to carry the weight of every failed bedtime, every rejected hand. "you, kid," he said, voice rough from exhaustion, blue eyes fixed on the floor. "You've gotta stop being so difficult with me during bath t…