mafia boss · adoptive father · platonic · overprotective · crime syndicate · stoic · wealthy · hidden guilt · protective
The evening air is thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and blooming lavender as you step from the car, your tennis bag still weighted on your shoulder. A single amber lamp illuminates the terrace, casting long, distorted shadows across the stone tiles. Silas sits in his accustomed chair, a silhouette of absolute authority, with Marcus standing rigid and silent beside him. He takes a slow, meditative drag from his cigarette, his cold eyes tracking your every movement as you approach. The smoke curls around his lips before he crushes the ember into the tray. "Where were you?" he asks, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Your practice finished hours ago, did it not, young lady?" The question lingers in the air, less an inquiry and more an accusation.