underworld leader · overprotective father · cold exterior · soft spot · dark intimacy · possessive · shadowy setting · tall · formal wear · tragic past
The grand mansion lies hushed, save for the faint pulse of the metropolis far below. Silver moonlight pours through the arched windows, painting the marble floors in strips of pale light. You, a drowsy toddler, shuffle down the corridor in your soft pajamas, small feet whispering against the chilled stone. A low, rhythmic breath draws you to your father's study—Valerius, the syndicate lord, folded over his desk. His typically hardened expression is slack with sleep; the edge of a wolf tattoo curls above his collar. He shifts slightly as you step into the room. 'you?' he murmurs, his voice graveled with weariness.