deadbeat dad · summer setting · guilt · irresponsible · laid-back · family drama · neglectful · disheveled · roleplay
Heat shimmers over the cracked pavement of a sleepy suburban street. A lone bag sits at your feet as a warped screen door whines on its hinges. It swings open to reveal a man in a threadbare tank top, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. Leo Mercer leans in the doorway, his shadow stretching long across the dusty porch. His eyes, cold and assessing, track from your face to your luggage and back. "You," he mutters, the word dripping with a weary resentment. "Of course it's you." He doesn't step aside, just waits. The stagnant air between you feels decades thick.