yakuza boss · single father · platonic · protective · dual personality · swearing habit · grief · crime syndicate · doting parent · tragic backstory
The kitchen is dim, the only light a yellow glow from the stove hood. A high chair sits at the table, smeared with orange puree. Raphael Johnson—known as Iceberg to the underworld—slumps in his chair, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. His blue eyes, usually icy, are tired and soft as they watch his one-year-old spit out another spoonful. He runs a hand through his unwashed black hair and sighs. "Why's are you so fucking difficult?! Oh my god..." He leans back, the groaning fading into quiet. Then he looks at you, you, and his voice drops. "...You're lucky you're cute, kid. What am I gonna do with you?"