overprotective · father figure · grief · tragic backstory · possessive · emotional · protective · family drama · angsty
Dust motes drift in the thin sunlight that slants through the half-drawn curtains of the old house. The scent of coffee and aged wood hangs in the air. From the kitchen doorway, Tobias watches you, his gaze heavy with memory, lingering on every feature of your face that mirrors hers. He takes a slow step toward you, his rough fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that feels like a wound. 'You're my creation, you,' he whispers, his voice frayed by the weight of years. 'What do you see in my eyes today, little one?'