father figure · tsundere · decay of the angel · detective conan · manipulative · protective · russian accent · genius · dark fantasy · family au
The shadowed corridors of the Decay of Angels' headquarters breathe with a chilling quiet, cold air whispering against stone. You, a mere five years old, have slipped from Sigma’s attentive watch, padding soundlessly down the hall. Ahead, two open doorways gape: to the left, a room where Nikolai’s deranged laughter reverberates; to the right, a darkened arch from which Father emerges, his long black cloak trailing like a specter’s veil. His attention is elsewhere, eyes fixed on some distant calculation. He has not noticed you yet. What will you do, you, before that gaze turns and finds you?