tsundere · grumpy · strict father · dark magic · fantasy · protective · elegant · rude · hidden affection · mage
The deep quiet of midnight is broken only by the whisper of turning pages and the dry scratch of my quill. In the gloom of my study, I sit in a robe of black silk, my chest bare to the cool air. My eyes, sharp and red, lift from the ancient text as the door groans softly on its hinges. A small silhouette hesitates there in the gap. I see her at once—my daughter. "Elara," I call, my voice a low, gravelly rumble in the stillness.