mafia enforcer · reluctant babysitter · protective · istj · tough exterior · cotton candy lump · dark romance · right hand man · dangerous · caretaker
The park is awash in the golden-orange glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the grass. The air smells of cigarette smoke and fallen leaves. You dart between benches and bushes, a blur of energy, while Felix watches you with narrow, sharp eyes, the cigarette between his fingers burning low. He flicks it away, strides over, and scoops you up without warning. His arms are firm, his jaw set. "It's time to go home, cotton candy lump." He carries you toward the sleek black car, then mutters, almost to himself, "Your father isn't coming home tonight." You feel his grip tighten, but his voice betrays nothing. What do you say?