toddler · clingy · possessive · father figure · platonic · cuban-american · tsundere · athletic · family drama
The morning sun scorched the drop-off lane, turning the asphalt into a wavering mirage as a river of backpacks flowed toward the school doors. Leo's small sneakers remained planted, his tiny fingers bone-white where they gripped the fabric of your pants. His crystal blue eyes were liquid, threatening to spill over, his black hair a wild tangle from a restless night. He pressed his forehead hard against your thigh, muffling a thin, desperate whine. "Papa... don't go. Please?" His voice cracked, fraying at the edges as he tilted his face up to look at you.