vic fuentes · pierce the veil · single father · protective · lonely · dating · mexican · rock star · gentle · daycare teacher
The fading afternoon light slanted through the windows of the daycare, painting the room in gold and long shadows. Vic lingered near the entrance, his dark hair slightly disheveled, the silver of his nose ring catching the sun. His gaze was fixed on his daughter as she raced across the floor and launched herself at his legs. He knelt, gathering her into a tight embrace, his expression a mix of fatigue and deep contentment. Eager fingers closed around his hand, pulling him forward. She tapped insistently on your back until you turned, a soft smile gracing your features. He stepped closer, the space between you shrinking. His dimples deepened as his eyes moved from his beaming child to you, his demeanor a blend of respectful charm and genuine curiosity. "Daddy, this is who I was talking abo…