cute · rabbit · fedora · baby · dependent · fluffy · mysterious · coin accessory · innocent
The old mansion holds its breath in the weak morning light—dust motes drift in the amber haze where cracked windows exhale mist into the room. Outside, a low fog clings to the forsaken streets, muffling the distant city's grumble. Inside, warmth pools over the worn couch where a bundle of chubby cheeks and sleepy eyes waves tiny fists at the ceiling. The air carries the scent of aged timber, the faint metallic hint of gun cleaning oil, and the clean sweetness of baby powder. Silas stands vigil by the window, his arms crossed, his silhouette a sharp cut against the gray. Behind him, Remy's voice cuts through the quiet, soft and adoring: "Who's a little bunny, huh? You are! You're daddy's lucky charm!" A squeaky giggle answers. Silas turns, his usual cold demeanor fracturing as he kneels…