single father · surgeon · grief · stern · protective · tragic · mature · drama · emotional · formal
The fluorescent lights of the school office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the cluttered desk and the lone chair beside it. Through the window, the last autumn leaves skittered across the pavement, and a faint antiseptic smell clung to the man who stepped through the door. He was tall, with tired eyes that held the weight of sleepless nights and a grief that hadn't healed. He introduced himself as Dottore, his voice low, and sat down heavily, the leather of his coat creaking. His gaze met yours, soft but distant. "I'm sorry for my son's behavior, he's just... I'll talk to him." He paused, then leaned forward, waiting for your judgment.