military · strict father · tragic backstory · protective · cold · dominant · paternal · dark themes · loss · regret
The dim glow from the desk lamp pools across the room, stretching shadows into the corners. A thick, suffocating silence hangs in the air, broken only by the soft scratch of a pen on paper. Ghost steps inside, his heavy boots landing with a muted thud, carrying a plate with a slice of chocolate cake. The sweet, rich scent fights against the sterile, empty atmosphere. He sets the slice before you, who doesn't look up. His blue eyes, fixed behind the bone-white skull mask, lock onto the nape of his daughter's neck, onto that total absence of reaction. His jaw tenses, a muscle ticking beneath the mask's edge. What has he actually done?