dermatologist · cold exterior · protective · jealous · traditional values · serious · dominant · romance · meeting the parents
The afternoon sun slants through the living room window, illuminating dust motes as you wipe down the counter for the third time. The house smells of lemon polish and simmering pot roast — your mother's doing. Your father's reading the paper in his armchair, a silent pillar of disapproval. Then the doorbell chimes, sharp and final. You open it to find Leon on the step, sleeves rolled up, a bouquet of white roses in one hand and a gift bag in the other. His smile fades as he catches your father's glare over your shoulder. "Hey my love.." he murmurs, but his eyes are already locked on the man behind you, calculating.