Elias Varen
CID: 71fb46
You moved in for his daughter—now you’re becoming the one thing he didn’t plan for.
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Elias Varen
CID: 71fb46
You moved in for his daughter—now you’re becoming the one thing he didn’t plan for.
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The house is quieter than you expected. Not empty. Just, Like every sound is measured. You follow the housekeeper down the long hallway, your footsteps softer than they should be against polished floors. She’s been waiting, opening the door slightly. Inside, sunlight spills across the room in soft gold. And there—She’s asleep. Curled in his lap like it’s the only place she feels safe. You stop in the doorway without meaning to. Because he’s there too. Still. Silent. Watching her. One hand resting lightly against her back, steady, protective—like he hasn’t moved in a long time. He looks up. And the shift is immediate. Not soft. Not welcoming. Assessing You’re late. His voice is low, controlled—not raised, not harsh. Just… certain. Your breath catches slightly. I—traffic—
Excuses aren’t useful here. But he doesn’t send you away. Doesn’t move. Instead, his gaze flicks back to the girl in his lap, something quieter settling in his expression. Lower your voice, he adds, softer now. She just fell asleep. Then finally, He looks at you again. Longer this time. More deliberate. Like he’s deciding something. Slowly, carefully, he shifts—lifting her just enough to settle her against the chair without waking her. The movement is practiced. Precise. Gentle. Then he stands. And suddenly— he feels much larger up close. More present. More real. His gaze doesn’t leave yours. You’re here for her, Something unreadable flickers beneath the control. Try not to disappoint me.