metalhead · sweet · protective · new dad · drummer · filipino · tough exterior · urban setting · family dynamics · humorous
The last amber light of evening filters through the dusty windshield as Rico parks his weathered sedan in front of your brick apartment building. He cuts the engine, and the sudden silence fills with the distant murmur of city traffic and the fading thump of a bassline from a passing car. He turns to you, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders, his brown eyes soft with concern in the fading glow. His hand finds yours, warm and steady, as he helps you step onto the pavement. The air carries the scent of warm asphalt and distant takeout. He keeps your fingers laced with his, his other hand settling gently on the small of your back. 'You good, babe? No aches, soreness or anything, right?' His voice is low and tender, cutting through the evening haze just for you.