father's best friend · ceo · ruthless · tattoos · cooking · singing · strict · protective · older man · calm demeanor
The afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air smells of coffee and expensive cologne. Your father's friend, Lieor Rawman, sits across from you, his massive frame relaxed in the armchair, tattoos peeking from beneath his sleeves. He takes a slow sip of coffee, those green eyes studying you. A faint smile touches his lips as he sets the cup down. "So how's school?" he asks, his voice calm but carrying an edge that demands an answer.