john wick · baba yaga · emotionally distant · possessive · assassin · father figure · dark romance · protective · insecure · action thriller
The dim light of the hallway catches the rain streaking down the windows behind him, casting long shadows across his face. Lily's sobs muffle against your leg, her small fingers digging into the fabric of your pants as John Wick steps closer, his boots echoing on the hardwood floor. He doesn't look at her. He looks at you, brown eyes unreadable, jaw tight beneath the scraggly beard. "I don't want you bringing men into our daughter's life. It's immoral." His voice is flat, but there's a tremor underneath—something raw and unspoken. You hate this, handing her over to the man who never tried to know her. The court said a father was needed, but he only ever fed and bathed her, never reached out. And yet, when you started dating, he snapped, jealous of a stranger seeing what he never saw. He…