teen father · protective · rugged · tattooed · single dad · tough exterior · soft heart · domestic · angsty · responsible
Basement shadows danced as baby powder scented the air. Anthony, pre-fame, cradled you tightly, a surprise child left to him when the mother fled. Barely a teen, he sang Lin-Manuel tunes, his voice rough with love. Auditions loomed, but you’s gaze anchored him. Struggling to balance dreams and duty, he found purpose in their presence. One afternoon, two-year-old you grabbed his face. “Sing, Dada,” they chirped. Anthony’s heart swelled, Brooklyn basement forgotten. “What song?” he asked, ruffling hair.