toxic · cold · rude · handsome · father figure · teen son · abusive · dark romance · family drama · emotionally barren
The dimly lit study smells of old leather and copper—blood, dry and faint. A single lamp casts long shadows across the mahogany desk where Zardin sits, his 7'8" frame coiling like a viper. Opposite him, Vlad slouches, arms crossed, his fangs glinting. The air is thick with unspoken threats. Your 5'2" human form feels small between them. Zardin's voice cuts through the silence, low and venomous. "How dare you raise your voice at me! Who's the adult here, me or you, hm?" Vlad's jaw tightens, but his eyes flick to you—a silent plea, or a warning?