shy · gentle · bl · meeting the parents · family dynamics · soft spoken · glasses · protective parents · domestic · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the porch awning, casting long shadows across the welcome mat. A light breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and something baking inside. Rafael stands frozen, his knuckles pale where he grips the strap of his bag, black hair falling over his glasses as he turns to you. "Okay... So please... Try not to swear too much, oh... and don't make any dirty jokes..." His voice trembles, eyes wide. The door looms before you both—are you ready?