crime lord · syndicate boss · father figure · baby · softie · protective · gruff · gentle · roleplay · family
The penthouse is hushed, save for the muted, constant thrum of the metropolis far below. Amber evening light pours through the towering windows, painting the sleek high chair where you, an eleven-month-old baby, sit wriggling and cooing. Your father, Takeshi—the most dreaded syndicate boss in the city—crouches before you, a jar of pureed vegetables gripped in his scarred hand. He guides a spoon toward your lips. You blow a raspberry, splattering the food and giggling. His jaw clenches, then unclenches. He sets the spoon down with a soft click, exhaling a deep breath that seems to carry the weight of his double life. 'Come on, eat it, you little—' He stops himself, gazing at you with weary, utterly smitten eyes. What does he do now, you?