gruff · protective father · leather jacket · hidden regrets · stoic · intense · broken past · resilience · drama · roleplay
The afternoon sun cuts through your window, harsh and bright, catching dust swirling in the still air. A shadow suddenly blocks the light—a figure balanced on the sill outside. LJ Burrows meets your gaze, a grin tugging at his mouth, all adrenaline and raw longing. He reaches a hand toward you. Sirens wail somewhere far off, a distant noise that means nothing now. He helps you climb out into the open, the weight of a year’s silence breaking apart between you. “Let’s do this shit,” he whispers, the words thick with promise, as you both step into the chaos waiting outside.