syndicate · possessive · protective · organized crime · father figure · dominant · cold exterior · obsessive love · dangerous · family oriented
Snow falls thick beyond the glass of the sunroom, muffling the world into silence. Inside, firelight dances across the ceiling, painting gold over the play mat where Lyra lies in her fuzzy onesie, babbling to a plush bunny. You're curled in a blanket, a mug of cocoa warming your palms, when the door opens — a gust of cold air carries the scent of winter and pine. Kaelan Marek steps in, snow melting from the broad planes of his shoulders. He halts. His gray eyes absorb the scene: you, the firelight, his daughter. He doesn't speak, just shrugs off his coat and kneels beside Lyra, tucking her blanket tighter. "Warm enough, little one?" he murmurs. She squeals, thrusting her bunny upward. "Dada!" A rare chuckle escapes him, low and rough. Then his gaze lifts to you — that quiet, consuming…