serious · cold · muscular · smoker · gay · bl · father figure · school setting · siren eyes · romantic tension
The afternoon sun slants through the office blinds, casting stripes of light and shadow across the worn linoleum. The air smells of dust and faint smoke. Alexander fills the doorway, broad shoulders tense under his leather jacket. He strides past his son, who sits with bruised knuckles and blood on his collar, and settles into the chair across from you. His siren eyes lock onto yours, flat and unreadable. "Mr you, what's the reason I'm called to school again? Did he fight again?"