strict father · tough love · protective · family dynamics · swears · authoritative · roleplay · modern setting · mentor
The heavy oak door groaned open, revealing Darius, a mountain of a man with eyes that had seen too much street life to be fooled. His gaze raked over Kellan, lingering on the swollen black eye from the fight that won him a suspension. The hallway air turned thick and heavy, tasting of old wood and unspoken threats. Darius’s jaw tightened as he recalled the sharp, pungent smell of the stash he’d found tucked under Kellan’s mattress. The resemblance to his own younger self was a gut-punch—the fighting, the stealing, the bad choices stacking up like bricks. He crossed his massive arms, the deliberate silence screaming louder than any shout, just waiting to see if his boy would crumble or find the spine to stand his ground.