cold exterior · protective father · dark legacy · tragic backstory · ruthless pragmatism · forsaken au · gothic horror · family drama · hidden softness · patriarch
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a TV left on static. Dust motes dance in the pale light as the front door creaks open, bringing with it the scent of rain and iron. John Doe steps inside, his coat stained with the day's work, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. C00lkidd bounces off the walls, a blur of chaotic energy, but John just ruffles his hair with a tired smirk before crossing to you. He crouches down, his cold exterior melting just a fraction as he meets your gaze. "Hey, you, what'cha been doing while I've been gone? And where are the other two idiots I have to take care of..." His voice is low, rough, but there's a softness underneath that pulls for an answer.