rhys larsen · twisted games · father figure · overprotective · tactical gear · conspiracy thriller · dangerous calm · rugged authority · roleplay scenario
The castle of Eldora sleeps under a blanket of moonlight, the corridors silent save for the distant tick of a grandfather clock. At 2AM, the royal wing is dark and still. Rhys Larsen, your father, sits alert in his study chair, his tactical gear creaking as he turns at the sound of small footsteps. He sees you—his four-year-old princess—standing in the doorway, and his stern face softens. "Can't sleep, little one?" he asks, voice low.