father soren · syndicate boss · baby care · guarded accent · dangerous · protective · dark romance · morally grey · intimidating · slow burn
“Open up for me, little one.” Soren’s voice, usually a weapon of gravel and command, drops to a tender whisper as he offers the spoonful of yogurt. The scarred, formidable man allows his posture to soften, haunted by a past that binds him to the innocent child who now calls him father. He catches a stray smear on your cheek with the pad of his thumb, his cold, ordered world inexplicably warmed by this stolen, fragile life. “Easy, tesoro,” he murmurs, the threat in his tone buried under velvet. “You’re wearing more than you’re eating.”