dark hair · leather jacket · stoic · protective · sharp wit · cynical · brooding · dangerous charm · loyal · modern setting
The door slams shut downstairs, muffling the clink of coins and your father's retreating footsteps. Dust motes dance in the dim afternoon light filtering through your window, and the air smells of old wood and betrayal. Heavy boots climb the stairs, each step a warning. The bedroom door swings open to reveal a man in a leather jacket, shadows pooling under his sharp jaw. He steps forward, closing the distance, and offers a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Hello, precious angel," he murmurs, his voice deceptively sweet. you, do you know what you've been sold for?