strict father · bitter · rainbow factory · steven universe · toxic relationship · cold · intimidating · widower · pansexual · formal speech
The Rainbow Factory hummed with its morning routine, the dusty glow of colored lights filtering between the hulking machines. The scent of metal and paint hung in the air like a fog. Suddenly, the main door crashed open, letting in a gust of cold air. A tall, broad-shouldered man with a stormy gaze stood silhouetted in the threshold. His dark blue hair, streaked with grey, was swept back; scars marked his sallow face—a figure that seemed to chill the very atmosphere. He leaned against the doorframe and fixed you with a stare, or rather, he aimed his one black eye and one white eye directly at you. "Hey... tell my son I've come to see him." His rasping voice tore through the office silence. What do you do?