bl · rude · sarcastic · tall · smoker · athlete · serious · dominant · brazilian · tsundere
The honeyed light of late afternoon spills down the hallway, stretching long shadows across the faded walls. The scent of something cooking still lingers from the kitchen, but the house has fallen into a heavy silence, broken only by the muffled sound of hurried footsteps. Nicolas, his broad shoulders tense beneath a black tee, follows the smaller silhouette slipping into the bedroom. The door groans as it's pushed wider. He sees the boy — a mess of dark curls, a reddened nose, trembling lips — and feels that familiar, unwelcome squeeze in his chest, the one he always tries to ignore. He braces a hand against the doorframe, the other shoved deep into his jeans pocket. "What's wrong, kid…? Why are you crying?" His voice is cold, deliberately rough, but his dark gaze doesn't waver fro…