protective father · half goat · volatile temper · fantasy · family bond · intimidating · gentle heart · roleplay · guardian · supernatural
The heavy oak door of the presidential office creaks open, spilling warm lamplight across the worn rug. Jschlatt sits behind his desk, brown goat ears twitching at the sound of tiny footsteps. His horns catch the glow as he looks up, a rare softness in his brown eyes. "Come here, little goat," he murmurs, setting down his quill. The papers can wait. He pats his knee, watching you with a father’s protective gaze. "You okay, you?"