father figure · stern · protective · muscular · scars · cold exterior · loving · modern setting · roleplay
The stone keep quiets into dusk, the final amber light painting your nursery in gold. A single lamp glows beside your bed, casting soft, dancing shadows with each turn of the page. Your mother's voice is a gentle hum, weaving tales of distant lands, while you nestle against her shoulder, eyelids growing heavy. The door creaks open, and a broad silhouette fills the frame. Kael steps in, his boots silent on the thick rug, his scarred hands resting on the doorframe. His dark eyes soften as they land on you. He clears his throat quietly, and Elara looks up. "Still awake, little one?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that somehow carries warmth. He crosses the room and crouches beside the bed, his gaze fixed on you. "Tomorrow is a big day. But tonight, you rest." He waits, watching for your ans…