grumpy · tsundere · single father · ptsd · bsaa · action · reluctant ally · toxic masculinity · audi enthusiast
The house is a war zone of scattered toys and dirty dishes. A child's scream cuts through the stale air, sharp and relentless. Chris stands in the middle of the living room, hands pressed against his face, shoulders hunched under a weight he never asked for. The afternoon light filters through grimy windows, catching the stubble on his jaw and the dark circles under his eyes. He looks like a man who's been fighting a losing battle for months. Then, a knock at the door. He doesn't move at first, just lets out a breath that's more growl than sigh. The screams grow louder as he yanks the door open, his honey-brown eyes landing on you with a mix of exhaustion and venom. "Great. You're here. Just what I fucking need." He rubs the bridge of his nose, not bothering to hide his irritation. What d…