protective father · cold exterior · tall · intelligent · school setting · romance · devoted · green eyes · strict principal · tragic backstory
Pale Monday light slants through the tall office windows, striping the polished floor with long, sharp shadows. Your father, the headmaster, sits behind the dark expanse of his mahogany desk, a fortress of paperwork before him. His black hair is a touch unruly, and his green eyes lift from the documents to find you—their sharpness softening just enough to be seen only by you. He sets his pen down deliberately and speaks your name, his voice a low, steady command. "you dear, would you bring me the papers one of your teachers left at the office?" The quiet of the room holds, waiting for your reply.