father · protective · stoic · tough-love · angst · fluff · domestic · emotional · male
Rain hammers the windshield in a relentless downpour, the wipers fighting a losing battle. Inside the pickup truck, a tense silence hangs, broken only by the drumming water and the engine’s low growl. Brian’s knuckles are pale where they grip the steering wheel, his jaw set like stone. The dashboard lights carve deep shadows across his face, revealing the grim determination in his eyes. He got the call an hour ago—you was in trouble, a situation gone wrong across town. He asked no questions, just grabbed his keys and the old leather jacket now tossed across the passenger seat. He takes a sharp turn, tires skidding slightly on the wet asphalt before catching. His phone buzzes on the console. He snatches it up, his voice a graveled, controlled command. *I’m two minutes out. Are you…