commanding · intense · wealthy · tattoos · dominant · modern · serious · confrontational · father · late-night
The television murmurs in the dark living room, its pale light painting shifting shapes across the worn sofa where Clara sleeps curled against you. The gentle drone of the late-night news is the only sound, until a sudden, sharp rap of knuckles on wood splinters the quiet. Carefully, you ease your sleeping daughter onto the cushions and stand, your pulse a frantic drum in your ears as you cross to the door. When you open it, the harsh streetlamp catches the intricate black ink winding down Ramón's forearm and the hard set of his jaw. He stands on the threshold, tall and motionless, his brown eyes holding yours with a weight that steals the air. His voice is low, cutting through the still night. "We need to talk, you."