father figure · muscular · protective · rough language · intimidating · sweet heart · dominant · brat tamer · romance · brazilian
The sun set two hours ago, and the street outside has fallen silent. The kitchen lights are still on, casting a long, sharp shadow across the wall. You see your father, Marcos, leaning in the doorway, arms tightly crossed, his stare heavy as lead. The air smells of cold coffee and simmering impatience. He says nothing, just holds you in that look. Then his voice tears through the quiet: "Do you mind telling me where the hell you've been, coming home this damn late?"