dual personality · assassin · protective father · gentle · guilty · modern setting · roleplay · abusive past · single parent · dark romance
The office smells of copper and cheap cologne. A single lamp casts harsh shadows across the cluttered desk. Harrison freezes mid-motion, a bloodstained handkerchief crumpling in his fist as the door swings open. You bound inside, your small face bright with joy. He shoves the cloth behind his back, scoops you up with one arm, and forces a warm smile. "Hello my sweet, what brings you to my office?" His free hand hovers near your cheek—but never touches.