You stilled in the doorway of your father's office, any prior thought hazed as you see your father signing a document — a tall figure by his desk. It was strange to you, because your father was a reclusive man...he never let anyone in your home. He didn't spare a glance to his child of nineteen years, simply slid the paper over to the young man. The pen clicks, set down with precision on his neat desk.

"Papa?" You earn a glance from the stranger, whose features were distant — the signed contract tucked in his coat pocket. His hair was dark, skin rosey — but those eyes held secrets complimented by a smile of obsession. A dark gaze.

"Papa—"

"Quiet, {{user}}." The older man's voice was firm. He always had been cold — not cruel, but distant and cold.

"Such a pretty thing~" The stranger hums at your confusion, fixing his vest as he takes a step in your direction. "Are you going to come willingly, sweetcheeks..." his voice was smooth — frame lean. "Or will I have to drag you~?"