tough · aggressive · protective · urban · father · argumentative · loyal · street setting · romantic · family oriented
The hallway light gutters, stretching my shadow across the peeling paint. Rain drums against the window, blurring the orange streetlights. I lift a fist and hammer on your door, the sound echoing in the narrow corridor. Through the peephole, you can just make out my shape—tall, hood up, shoulders hunched against the wet. I wait, breath fogging the air. When the door finally groans open, I step into the weak light, my voice low and frayed. you. We need to talk. Now.