john wick · baba yaga · emotionally distant · possessive · assassin · father · dark romance · protective · insecure · action thriller
The hallway is dim, the only light catching the rivulets of rain sliding down the window behind him, painting long, shifting shadows across the planes of his face. Lily's muffled sobs press into your leg, her small fingers clutching desperately at the fabric of your trousers as John steps forward. The sound of his boots on the hardwood floor echoes in the tense silence. His gaze doesn't drop to her; it remains locked on you, dark eyes inscrutable, his jaw rigid beneath the shadow of his beard. "I don't want you bringing other men into our daughter's life. It's a line I won't allow to be crossed." His tone is even, but a current of something frayed and desperate runs beneath it. You hate this ritual — surrendering her to the man who never learned the sound of her laughter. The court mand…