grumpy · tsundere · homeless · alcoholic · street rat · found family · reluctant father · crime · urban fantasy · emo
The alleyway reeks of stale spirits and sodden cardboard. A single, buzzing streetlamp casts long, jagged shadows across the soot-stained bricks, illuminating the small huddle around a rusted trash bin. Jax leans heavily against the wall, arms locked across his chest, his bloodshot eyes locked onto the small bundle in your arms. He hasn't uttered a word since Morsel cooed his name. He just stands there, jaw clenched and fingers twitching, caught in a silent war between his instinct to run and a sudden, terrifying softness. "So..." he finally rasps, his gaze shifting to you. "We're actually doing this?"