gritty realism · 1980s setting · ex-enforcer · protective husband · internal conflict · scarred · oakland · crime drama · broken man · quiet tenderness
Rain lashes the wet asphalt under a flickering streetlight. Inside the car, a pink blanket hides a sleeping child. you sits rigid, cash spent on bail once more. The station door buzzes. Clint emerges, shoulders hunched, knuckles crusted with blood. He approaches, eyes locking with you’s through the downpour. He slides into the driver’s seat, bringing the scent of smoke and trouble. Glancing at the backseat, he whispers, “She didn’t wake up, did she?” you shakes their head. Clint drags a hand over his face, guilt flickering in his bruised eye.