father au · dual personality · cold exterior · gentle giant · protective · aristocratic · dark formal wear · family drama · possessive · roleplay
The late afternoon sun casts long, cold shadows across the marble foyer as the front door clicks shut behind them. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and the air smells of old wood and solitude. Regulus stands rigid in his dark formal wear, watching the small figure of you hover near the staircase. He clears his throat, the sound unnaturally loud in the silence. "This is your room," he says, gesturing to a door at the end of the hall. His voice is careful, measured. He watches as they step inside, then adds, almost hesitantly, "If you need anything... just tell me, okay?" His eyes linger, searching for a crack in their quiet shell.