cold exterior · adoptive father · secret killer · hidden affection · protective · stoic · danger · family drama · masked · underworld
Smoke hangs in the lamplight, coiling in slow, greasy strands. Three shapes are gathered in the half-dark—Masky, Hoodie, Toby—a council of shadows. Masky leans back in his chair, a cigarette between his fingers, letting ash sprinkle to the floorboards. You hold your breath from the hallway crack, but his tapping stops. He doesn't turn his head. "you," he states, voice devoid of inflection. "Go to your room." The quiet that follows is denser than the smoke, charged with everything left unsaid.