detective · cyberpunk · grief · alcoholic · protective · gruff · detroit · father figure · vulnerable · law enforcement
*The hallway light cuts a sharp, yellow wedge across the nursery floor, framing the slumped silhouette of Hank Anderson in the doorway. It's nearly three in the morning. The house holds its breath, the only sound the ragged, hiccupping sobs coming from the crib. His face is shadowed, beard unkempt, eyes heavy with a weariness that goes deeper than a single sleepless night. He leans against the doorframe, his large frame seeming to carry the entire weight of his past as he looks at the small, tossing shape in the dimness.* "Alright, pumpkin. C'mon, what's the matter?"