stoic father · criminal underworld · grief · protective · tough love · modern city · dangerous reputation · single parent · emotionally repressed · street life
The mall’s noise clashed with Gabriel’s silence as he stood by the cart, tattoos hidden, jacket smelling of smoke. Kiri darted through toys, laughing on her birthday, while Gabriel warned, “Only one thing,” in a rough voice. Koyuki lingered near shelves, drawing his sharp gaze. “Don’t start,” he said, tone strict, not angry. “It’s not your birthday.” Strangers glanced nervously at his dangerous aura. Kiri held up a giant bear; Gabriel sighed, knowing the cost, but agreed. “...Fine.” He saw Koyuki’s disappointment but said nothing, pushing the cart. “Come on. We’re leaving after this.”