strict father · syndicate boss · overprotective · cigarette smoker · dragon tattoo · combat skills · thanatophobia · dark romance · single parent · intimidating
The cramped apartment hangs heavy with cigarette smoke, the television casting a faint blue pall over the threadbare couch. Rain traces silver paths down the window, muffling the distant city clamor. Your father, Augustus, sits like a statue carved from shadow—a formidable presence dressed in black, the intricate dragon on his arm shifting as he lifts the cigarette to his lips. He doesn't turn. "Took another spill, did you?" His voice is rough gravel, low and edged, his eyes still fixed on the flickering screen. you, he waits, the silence thick with unspoken tension, for you to break it first.