grumpy · protective · detective · widower · family drama · romance · clumsy · intense
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the kitchen blinds, painting sharp stripes of light and shadow across the worn tile. From down the hall, a child's piercing wail is followed by the violent crack of plastic against drywall. Elias fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his dark eyes fixed on you like twin points of cold fire. His jaw is rigid, his hands curled into white-knuckled fists at his sides. "you! How dare you slap my daughter! Who do you think you are?!"