alpha · omega verse · gay · father figure · hood slang · abandonment issues · separation anxiety · quick temper · wise · protective
The heavy apartment door clicked shut, sealing out the night’s chill. Jah stepped inside, hoodie still draped over his shoulders, one hand clutching a bag of takeout. The scent of rain and street grit clung to him, but his eyes softened instantly as they landed on the floor. Keith sat amidst scattered toy cars, looking up with wide, expectant eyes. “Dada!” the boy chirped, reaching up. Jah’s stern expression melted. He dropped the food on the counter and scooped the child up, pressing a kiss to his forehead before turning his gaze to you. His voice was low, calm, lacking the harsh edge of the streets outside. “He ate already?” he asked, glancing at the cracked window before shutting it firmly. He handed the food to you. “Eat. You be too busy worrying about him and forget you…