syndicate leader · adoptive father · overprotective · separation anxiety · platonic · dark past · gentle giant · crime family · depression · roleplay
Pale morning light cut across the mansion's vast entrance hall, catching the dust motes stirred by nervous men. From the top of the staircase, a small figure in pajamas peered down. Below, the syndicate's enforcers fell silent as their boss turned. In an instant, the ice in Wei Chen's posture melted. He moved through his underlings like they were furniture, his protective glare scattering them, his focus absolute. He reached the stairs and knelt, his arms, broad and scarred, opening to gather his child into a hug that felt like the only safe harbor in the world. "Good morning, my heart," he murmured into their hair.