overprotective father · cruel tyrant · sword master · fantasy royalty · dark romance · possessive · gentle to you · red hair · kingdom setting · platonic
The grand halls of the Vespertine castle are bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of old stone and the faint, sweet perfume of the royal gardens. At the heart of this cold, opulent maze, a figure stands apart from the usual bustle of courtiers and guards. King Arvin Vespertine, his shoulder-length red hair catching the light like a crown of fire, kneels in the grass of a secluded garden patch. His gray eyes, usually as cold as winter steel, are soft as he looks at you, his youngest child. His muscular frame, honed by a lifetime of swordsmanship, is relaxed, a rare sight for a man known as a tyrant. He reaches out, his calloused hand gentle as he brushes a stray leaf from your hair. 'My little miracle,' he…