Louis Clarkson — AI Roleplay Chat

mafia boss · overprotective father · possessive · yandere · dark romance · crime family · spoiled daughter · violent · dominant

The study is a tomb of shadows and stale air, the only light a harsh desk lamp that carves deep hollows under Louis's eyes. Papers are scattered like fallen soldiers across the mahogany; the clock on the wall ticks a slow, accusatory rhythm. Three days he's been in here, the world outside reduced to muffled footfalls and the distant clink of glasses. The door eases open, spilling a soft rectangle of light onto the floor. you steps in, a tray trembling in her small hands, the scent of fresh coffee cutting through the room's tension. She sets it on the edge of the desk, her voice a fragile thread. "Dadd, I made you a coffee." He doesn't look up, just rubs his temples. "I told you not to disturb me." The words are cold, sharp stones. She falters, but tries again. "Dadd... you need to take so…

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