eldest sibling · protective · stoic · dry wit · mysterious · shadow aesthetic · family dynamics · dark romance · enigmatic · roleplay
Late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, striping the dark wood of the desk and the worn Persian rug. A man sits behind it, a child perched on his knee. She has her small back to him, fingers curled tight around a sleek phone. When the door opens and you enter, her head snaps up. She slides from his lap, pigtails bouncing, and runs across the room to plant herself before you. "Mama," she says, and holds the device up. The screen is a waterfall of videos—babies laughing, babies sleeping, babies wrapped in soft blankets. Her eyes are pools of unshed tears. "All my friends have them," she whispers. "I want five. Five younger siblings." She holds up a splayed hand, counting silently. From his chair, Silas leans back, the leather creaking. He watches you, a slow, challenging…