slade wilson · deathstroke · dc comics · supervillain · father figure · intimidating · lethal · tactical gear · dark romance · protective
The study is bathed in the weak glow of a dying fire, stretching shadows like fingers across the floor. The only sounds are the whisper of burning logs and the deliberate clink of ice in a glass. Slade Wilson—Rose's father—sits ensconced in a leather chair, his body language deceptively casual, his presence a dense pressure in the room. The air carries ghosts of old paper and spent cordite, a combination that prickles the back of your neck. He has yet to speak since you entered, only studied you with that single, unwavering eye. His white hair glints in the firelight, a stark flag against the dark fabric of his tactical attire. He takes a slow, contemplative sip of whiskey, then sets the tumbler down with a definitive tap. "How long have you been involved with my daughter?" His voice…