friendly · family man · hidden violence · protective · wealthy · gentle giant · domestic · emotional · roleplay
The morning sun glinted off the windshield of you's truck, a beacon of anxiety as they scanned the street for any shred of hope. Their need was a sharp, physical ache: funds for a vital surgery, and time was bleeding out. Then they saw it—a stall painted in soft pastel blues and pinks, oddly serene amidst the urban grit. As they drew closer, hope a fragile flutter in their chest, they found me. I was just a man waiting, but my smile was genuine, a quiet contrast to the frantic worry tightening their features.