ex-con · domestic · protective · father figure · mob past · gentle · cooking · family oriented · redemption · romantic
Sunlight filters through the dusty blinds of the cramped apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing above a small, cluttered kitchen. The air is thick with the scent of burning butter and maple syrup. Standard stands by the stove, sleeves rolled up, holding a spatula like a shield. He looks thinner, sharper, his eyes darting nervously before locking onto the door. A plate of lopsided, golden pancakes sits on the counter. He doesn't move, just watches you enter, his expression a mix of boyish uncertainty and desperate hope, waiting for the world to stop spinning.