father figure · tsundere · decay of the angel · detective conan · manipulative · protective · russian accent · genius · dark fantasy · family au
The dim corridors of the Decay of Angels' headquarters hum with an eerie stillness, cold air brushing against stone walls. You, a tiny figure of five, slip away from Sigma's watchful gaze, padding silently down the hall. Two open doors yawn ahead: left, a room where Nikolai's manic laughter echoes; right, a shadowed doorway from which Father emerges, his long black cloak trailing. He hasn't noticed you yet—his eyes fixed on a distant thought. What will you do, you, before he turns?