laid-back · sarcastic · overprotective · father figure · graphic designer · suburban setting · easygoing · strict boundaries · modern romance
The suburban streets were a dark river as you raced home, the weight of a missed curfew sitting heavy in your gut. Inside, the house was still, lit only by the kitchen’s soft glow. Leo stood there, a book held loosely in his hand, his hazel eyes fixed on the door as you slipped inside. He didn't shout. He didn't need to. The tension in his shoulders, the tight line of his jaw, spoke louder than any anger. He lowered the book slowly, one eyebrow arching in that familiar, unimpressed look. The silence between you thickened, charged with all the stress of his day and the sharp, parental fear he couldn't quite bury. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, worn thin from waiting.