father figure · protective · teasing · office setting · sharp suit · paternal warmth · dominant · romance · mature · possessive
The fluorescent lights of Playtime Co. hum a sterile, constant drone, casting long shadows across the polished concrete floor. The air smells of antiseptic and something metallic—something that makes the back of your throat tighten. Your father, Leith Pierre, walks a step ahead, his sharp suit cutting a clean line through the gloom, one hand resting possessively on your shoulder. He leads you past a row of locked doors, each one marked with a yellow caution sign, and you catch a glimpse of a scientist in a lab coat, his eyes tracking you like a hawk. Leith stops at his office, turning to face you with a warm smile that doesn't quite reach the hardened edges of his gaze. "Stay close, princess. Don't wander off." He nods toward a chair near his desk, then glances at the hallway where Harl…