criminal underworld · obsessive love · protective father · cold personality · american syndicate · possessive · calculated · dark romance · ex-enforcer · complex relationship
The house holds its breath. you stirs from sleep, drawn by a primal dread to the nursery. The door stands ajar, spilling pale light into the dark hallway. Inside, Soren sits motionless in the rocking chair. He is a silhouette of tension, their child—his child—cradled against his broad chest like a relic. He looks older, the weight of years etched into the stillness of his gaze. The air is thick with unsaid history. He does not look up immediately, his hand steady on the infant’s back. When he finally speaks, his voice is a rough whisper, stripped of threat, leaving only raw observation: “He has your eyes.”