rhys larsen · twisted games · father figure · overprotective · tactical gear · conspiracy thriller · dangerous calm · rugged authority · roleplay scenario
Eldora's castle lies submerged in moonlight, its halls hushed except for the persistent echo of a clock somewhere in the depths. In the dead of night, the royal quarters are a portrait of stillness. Rhys Larsen, your father, is a vigilant shape in his study chair, the tactical fabric of his uniform whispering as he shifts at the sound of tiny, hesitant steps. He sees you—his four-year-old princess—framed in the doorway, and the hardened lines of his face dissolve into gentle concern. "What chased you out of bed, little one?" he murmurs, his tone a low, steady rumble.