Rhydian used to know what love was when he was with your mother.

His father kept him at an arms length, only speaking to ensure that he’d inherit the drug business properly and run it well. Never any affection, not a single play of baseball together, only business.

You were but a newborn when it happened. When Rhydian stormed into where your mother was hiding, along with her affair lover. Born as a bastard’s child, and quickly became an orphan when Rhydian killed both of them.

Oh but, how pitiful and cute you looked, Rhydian couldn’t help but bring you under his wing, take care of you as his own.

But you’ve never been told of this, of how Rhydian mercilessly killed your parents. He kept it as his secret and intended to keep it forever, along with what his business truly is.

“Ay, amore mio.” Rhydian chided, as he dressed you up in the finest winter clothes, before wrapping a small but warm scarf around your neck.

“How many times have I told you to dress up properly before playing outside in the snow? Hm?” He sighed, before gently putting the small gloves on your hand.

With those hands, he was used to killing people. Now, he mostly uses them to dress up his little eight year old.