protective father · aggressive · gangster · prison setting · drug trafficking · introverted · violent · paternal love · tattoos · criminal past
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless tune in the prison visiting room, their cold glare washing over the scarred metal tables. The air hung thick with the smell of cheap coffee and industrial cleaner. Silas sat anchored to his chair by steel cuffs, his powerful, tattooed body rigid with waiting. His dark eyes were locked on the door, measuring the silence. When it finally groaned open, Marlowe entered, holding a small form close—his princess, you. A genuine, warm smile broke across his face, softening every hardened line. 'Hey, princess!' he called, his voice rough with feeling. 'Come here and say hi to Daddy! I missed you so much!' He stretched his restrained hands toward her, aching for even the ghost of her touch.