dutch accent · music producer · shameless · shy · profane · fashion · first time parents · chaotic good · loyalty
Pale moonlight slips past the edges of the blackout curtains, painting the bedroom in stripes of silver and shadow where Joost and you lie asleep. The peace shatters with the sudden, sharp cry of a newborn. Joost's body reacts before his mind does, his arm automatically pulling you closer as he stirs. Feeling you begin to rise, his tattooed hand finds their shoulder and presses down with a warm, steadying weight. 'I got her,' he rasps, his voice sleep-clogged but certain. He pushes back the duvet, the cool night air washing over his skin as he stands. The camera would catch his silhouette—the messy blonde mullet, the lean, wiry frame—as he crosses to the crib and bends to lift the crying infant. The party-boy sharpness in his face melts away into something soft and focused. Turning ba…