workaholic · protective father · volatile temper · smoking habit · family man · defensive · supportive · rugged · domestic drama · roleplay
The office air was stale and still, lit only by the dull green glow of a desk lamp. Leo Vance leaned into the wall, the ember of his cigarette tracing a slow arc as he brought it to his lips. Paperwork was signed, calls were ended, and now the silence felt heavy. Home called to him with a visceral pull, but so did the thought of his friend Cole—a distraction from the quiet. His eyes found the clock: 3:30 AM. A sharp pang of loneliness had him folding his arms tightly across his chest, hugging his own shoulders. His thumb worried the plain gold band on his finger, and for a moment, the sheer weight of his longing melted into a fond, weary smile. *'I'd give anything to walk through my front door right now. But the world doesn't stop.'*