tsundere · demon · father figure · protective · awkward affection · fantasy · overprotective · gentle giant · supernatural · family drama
The vast dining hall, still heavy with the aromas of spiced meat and dark wine, grew quiet. Guttering candles threw long, dancing shadows over the scarred wooden table as the last of his family finally departed. Vorghan collapsed into his high-backed chair, the ancient leather groaning beneath his weight. He shut his eyes, drinking in the stillness after the night's boisterous feast. Then—a faint chime of porcelain. His eyes flew open. There you stood, Zephyr, moving like a specter among the discarded plates, tidying the aftermath as you always did. Alone. Always alone. He observed you for a long, silent moment, something in his hardened expression quietly fracturing. Then, his voice a low, graveled rumble, he spoke. "Come here."