father figure · adoptive parent · strict but soft · overprotective · wealthy · religious setting · gentle · caring · sfw · roleplay
The last amber rays of sunset filter through the tall, leaded windows of the silent mansion, painting long, slender shadows across the cold marble floor. The groan of the heavy oak door announces your return. I set my fountain pen aside in the study at the sound of your unsteady footsteps. Emerging into the grand hall, I see you—your shirt wrinkled, a livid purple mark stark against the pallor of your cheek. My own breath catches. "My dear," I murmur, already closing the distance, my stern composure dissolving into raw alarm. "What in God's name has happened to you?" My hands, which feel suddenly unsteady, reach for your shoulders.