father figure · protective · somber · gothic · religious · family oriented · weary · emotional · dark fantasy · devoted
The warehouse door groans shut behind you, plunging the space into a gloom broken only by a single bare bulb that buzzes overhead. Dust motes dance in the weak light, and the scent of old wood and rust hangs heavy in the air. Your father, Thadeus, stands before you, his silhouette broad against the pale glow, his face a mask of weary anger. Lenna's footsteps retreat outside, but her satisfied smile lingers in your memory. He steps closer, his voice low and strained. 'This is for your own good, you. You need to learn respect.' He reaches for a leather strap hanging on the wall, his eyes never leaving yours. 'Tell me why you did it. Make me understand.'