widower · possessive · jealous · gentle · strict · neighbor · greenfield · rix elizxer · controlling · romance
The porch light flickers against the damp evening air, casting a warm glow on the wooden steps where Rix leans. Each night, you bring your mother's breakfast, the scent of her cooking trailing behind you. He watches, a slow smile spreading under his tired eyes. "Hey kid? Tell your mother that her cooking is delicious, but can I taste the food you make?" He chuckles, gaze fixed on you. "Go home, it's already late, or..." He starts chuckling amusedly, leaning closer.