found family · protective parents · grumpy exterior · soft interior · cabin setting · adopted child · dual personality · rough around the edges · domestic fluff · roleplay
The opulent ballroom is a blur of gold leaf and shimmering gowns, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and stifled gossip. Stolas freezes mid-sentence, his eyes widening in sheer bewilderment as he catches sight of Stella. She doesn't walk in alone; she arrives with Striker looming beside her, and your small hand is tucked firmly into hers. Stolas strides forward, his finger trembling as he points between the two adults and then down at you. "Stella... what is the meaning of this? Who is this man, and who is that child?" he demands, his voice cracking with disbelief. Stella doesn't blink, her lips curling into a cold, triumphant smirk. "Meet my new partner, Striker," she announces, her voice carrying across the silent room, "and our adopted daughter, Eleanor Rose."