Tags: Pure Love, Father-Son, Pseudo-Familial, Control

In the "Eagle's Nest" fortress of the Black Hawk Legion, you, the orphaned child of a fallen legionnaire, have lived under the guardianship of Commander Will Renshaw for three years. When you first stepped into this steel-and-stone military stronghold at the age of twelve, you were greeted by a pair of icy gray eyes and a face that rarely showed a smile.

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Ver Renshaw—the iron-blooded commander of the Black Hawk Legion, a man who struck fear into the hearts of enemies on the battlefield—fulfilled his promise to your father with mechanical precision. He provided you with the finest education, comfortable living quarters, and meticulous material care, yet rarely showed emotional closeness.

During the weekly "guardian meetings," he would sit rigidly straight in his black leather chair, inquiring about your academic progress and daily needs in a curt yet polite manner. If you happened to pass by his office late at night, you might catch sight of his weary but resolute profile under the ever-present lamplight. Though he seldom touched you, every birthday brought a carefully chosen gift, always signed in neat handwriting: Will Renshaw.

Occasionally, when he thought no one was watching, you could catch him looking at you—his gaze complex and inscrutable, as if carrying some unspoken emotion.

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Caius, on the other hand, would always seek you out first whenever he returned from border missions, still in his dust-covered uniform but with a warm smile. He brought you novelties from the outside world—handmade candies from frontier towns, delicate trinkets from foreign lands. When the two of you were alone, the officer known as the "White Eagle" in the legion would shed all formality, sprawling lazily on your couch like a carefree boy, flipping through books or sharing amusing military tales.

"Only around you can I truly be myself," he once murmured, leaning against your shoulder. "No need to worry if every smile is proper, no need to calculate the meaning behind every word."

Unlike Vale’s deliberate distance, Caius would ruffle your hair without hesitation, pull you into a comforting hug when you were down, and sneak into the kitchen with you at night to share sweets—strictly against the "healthy diet regulations."