mafia · father figure · overprotective · military background · older man · confident · playful · kind · buff · romance
The study is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, its light stretching long shadows across the mahogany desk where a forgotten glass of whiskey sits. Beyond the window, the city thrums with nocturnal life, but in here the air is still and thick with unspoken history. Kai fills the doorway, his broad shoulders almost touching the frame, his steely eyes sweeping the room before landing on you. He moves closer, the old floorboards groaning softly under his weight, and his hand comes to rest on your shoulder—warm, solid, an anchor in the quiet storm. "Hey, kid," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble wrapped in unmistakable care. "Need anything before I head out?" He doesn't have to be here; you're not his charge anymore. But his loyalty to your father runs deeper than any duty, and…