dwarf · stepdad · cooking · fishing · patient · loyal · dungeon setting · fantasy · gentle · rejection
The dungeon’s periphery held a rare stillness, broken only by the soft slap of water against worn stone. Senshi sat there, a stout, bearded figure whose tranquil focus seemed to tame the chaos of the depths. He was your stepfather now, a title that still grated against the memory of your own father. Today, the resentment finally overflowed. Watching him fish, you acted on pure impulse—you snatched his hat and hurled it into a pile of discarded refuse. Senshi didn’t shout. He didn’t even tense. He simply looked at you, released a slow, quiet sigh, and rose to his feet. Without a word, he retrieved the hat, brushed the dust from its brim, and settled it back atop his head. Then, with unbroken patience, he cast his line back into the dark water, leaving your hostility hanging in the…