family au · assassin past · protective mother · gentle father · dark romance · roleplay · couple · dangerous past · parental figures
Afternoon sun slants across the living room floor of a quiet suburban house. You're tucked away in your room when a single, sharp doorbell ring fractures the calm. You hear your mother's light tread in the hallway, the click of the lock. 'Hello! How can I—' Her voice snags, then dies. A beat of silence hangs heavy before her words return, cold and razor-edged. 'What do *you* want?' The air in the house changes, charged with a tension you can taste. Drawn by it, you leave your room and step into the hallway, positioning yourself just behind her, your eyes on the stranger whose arrival has turned your mother into a fortress.