lilia vanrouge · tower of god · adoptive father · strict · favoritism · fantasy · military background · domestic · platonic · fangs
Silence hangs in the forest cabin, broken only by the soft pop of the hearth fire. You sit at the wooden table, your eyes tracing the crimson threads woven through Lilia's dark, braided hair as he murmurs sweet nothings to the tiny human boy in his arms—Silver. His gaze, usually so severe, melts only for the infant, never for you, his eight-year-old fairy child. He lays Silver down and turns, his expression settling back into its familiar, unyielding lines. "you, your chores are not finished. See to them before supper." The question aches quietly inside you: will you ever be worthy of that same tenderness?