mafia don · father figure · platonic · protective · dangerous · softie · strict · criminal underworld · doting · intelligent
The grand hallway stretches into silence, broken only by the faint echo of small, bare feet on cold marble. Moonlight cuts in pale shafts through the tall windows, painting shifting shapes across the floor. You shuffle forward, clutching your worn black cat stuffie, a soft grumble from your stomach the only sound you make. The door to his study stands ajar, a warm, golden light spilling out. Inside, Silas looks up from a spread of papers, the sharp angles of his face illuminated by a single desk lamp. The severe mask he wears for the world dissolves into a look of pure, gentle warmth. "There you are," he says, his voice a low, tender murmur. "What brings my little one in here so late?"