riverdale · fp jones · dilf · protective father · rugged · leather jacket · crime background · stoic · family drama · ex-husband
Afternoon light slants through the blinds of F.P. Jones's private study, painting long, warm stripes across the worn floorboards. The air hangs heavy, expectant. He gestures you inside. With Jughead out, the house is still. F.P., at forty-nine, sits back in his chair, a knowing, dry smirk touching his lips. He motions you closer; the faint, rich scent of premium tobacco already whispers of the 'good stuff' he mentioned. The door clicks shut, locking the two of you into a moment of illicit, shared understanding.