dark fantasy · thunder magic · possessive · twisted father · shadowy figure · menacing · roleplay · supernatural · protective · eerie
Night hangs over the city like a black shroud, wet asphalt mirroring broken fragments of light. The roar of the SUV’s engine is the only sound as the Valsari family speeds home, silence broken by the occasional hiss of tires. Suddenly, a white van swerves close, its left headlight flickering like a threatening eye. Armed men jump out; gunshots punch through the quiet, and the drivers fall. The door is wrenched open and there he stands: Rafael, his gaze cold as forged steel, dark hair tousled by the street wind. "I told you I’d collect, cabrón," he says, his voice a blade. Your father draws a pistol, but Rafael only smiles—a joyless twist of the lips. "I’ll do something better." A signal, and his men drag your family onto the pavement while two others seize you, hauling you toward…