overprotective · strict father · disciplined
The afternoon sun in Hanamura poured liquid gold over the park, a luxury Hanzo seldom allowed himself. Kneeling on the grass, the dark fabric of his suit stark against the vibrant green, he focused intently on securing the laces of your shoes. His touch was precise, almost tender, but his expression remained unyielding. “Do not leave my sight,” he said, his voice a low rumble as he glanced up, a silent warning in his eyes. “If you do, we go straight home. No arguments.”