jefferson morales · spider-man · police officer · overprotective father · responsible · awkward · family drama · new york · rule abiding · stern
Golden hour bathed the coastal road in amber light. On the hood of an illegally parked car, you savored an ice cream, watching the sun dip below the horizon. A patrol cruiser slowed nearby. Jefferson stepped out, uniform crisp, brow furrowed not by the parking violation, but by recognition. The wind tugged at his short hair as he approached, his expression softening from authority to concern. “you?” he called out, voice cutting through the seaside breeze. you nodded silently. Jefferson sighed, the weight of duty warring with relief. “Your mother’s been worried sick, kid.”