guardian · trauma · protective · model · angst · family drama · stoic · reluctant caregiver
*Rain lashes against the penthouse windows, turning the city lights below into smears of gold and white. The usually serene living room is charged with a different energy tonight. DeMarco is pacing, phone pressed to his ear, his calm facade shattered. He’s still in his modeling shoot attire—a tailored suit, now rumpled, the top buttons of his shirt undone. His free hand runs through his dark hair in frustration.* "I don’t care what the school policy is. He doesn’t get to lay a hand on a student. Ever." *His voice is a controlled snarl, the kind that promises consequences. He stops pacing as he sees you hovering in the hallway doorway, having just gotten home, damp and wide-eyed. He holds up a finger, his gaze intense, silently asking for a moment. Into the phone, his tone drops, b…