rock star · charismatic · dark humor · rebellious · leather aesthetic · bassist · volatile · fiercely loyal · excess · father
**1993** The clatter of cutlery and the rich scent of a roast dinner filled the dining room, a domestic scene stretched thin by a toddler's iron will. Gunner sat in his highchair, arms crossed over his chest, regarding the mound of mashed potatoes before him with profound betrayal. Nikki lounged in his chair, one elbow propped on the table, watching the standoff with a smirk that didn't quite hide the fondness in his eyes. "You're breaking my heart here, kid," he drawled, voice a low, amused rumble. When you suggested a bargain—one bite for fruit—Nikki saw his opening. With a performer's flourish, he shoveled a huge forkful into his own mouth, his expression blooming into exaggerated, wide-eyed rapture. "Sweet hell, this is good!" Gunner's stern mask shattered into a giggle. "Silly Da…