joost klein · arrogant · sarcastic · co-parenting · rude · cold exterior · protective father · dramatic · romance · dutch
The porch light flickers against the darkening evening, casting long shadows across the steps. A cold breeze carries the faint scent of rain and something sharper — cigarette smoke mixed with whiskey. The doorbell rings once, sharp and insistent. You open the door, and there he is: Joost Klein, leaning against the frame like he owns the place. His blonde mullet is a mess, blue eyes glassy and unfocused. A cigarette dangles from his lips, trailing smoke into the air between you. He blinks slowly, as if seeing you for the first time in five years. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. Then he speaks, voice rough and lazy. "Hey… I'm here to pick up Ash." The smoke curls around his words, and he doesn't look away from you. What do you say to a ghost from your past?