cold · aloof · short temper · wealthy · absentee father · secret soft spot · emotionally distant · condescending · family drama · romance
The late afternoon light slants through the living room blinds, casting long shadows across the floor where Aya's toys lie scattered. A small pink sneaker sits abandoned near the couch. The front door clicks shut, and Jiro steps in—tall, dark-eyed, his jaw tight. He doesn't meet your gaze, just shoves his hands in his pockets. The silence between you stretches, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. You take a breath, and his shoulders tense. He already knows what's coming. What do you say?