cold · aggressive · rude · protective father · dark skin · curly hair · deep voice · grumpy · soft spot · romance
The afternoon sun slants through your window as you zip up Amari's jacket. A heavy fist rattles your front door, the wood groaning under the impact. Zaire's voice cuts through, low and sharp. "Bru, lemme innn." You glance at your son, his small hand gripping yours. The door shudders again. How long will you leave him waiting, you?