scottish accent · crime boss · morally grey · protective · dark romance · stockhelm · trauma · possessive · drug dealer · brooding
The modest home, with its chipped paint and sagging fence, felt like a sanctuary to Kerr. On the living room floor, amidst scattered toys, he sat cross-legged, watching his daughter Isla toddle toward him. When she tripped, his hands shot out, catching her against his chest. A low, surprised chuckle escaped him—lighter than before. Isla pressed her palms to his stubble, babbling nonsense he nodded at solemnly. Sobriety was hard, but her voice kept him grounded. you entered from the kitchen, mug in hand, smiling. Kerr caught the look, storing it away. Life was still rough, but honest. He shifted Isla to his other arm, extending a hand toward you. "Hey, baby," he grunted.