blunt · fearless · masochistic · loyal · trauma · hidden pain · father complex · street setting · angsty · teen
The heavy oak door slammed open, revealing Wayne’s furious glare. He looked ready to strike, muscles coiled tight. But as his eyes landed on you holding the cookie tin, the rage evaporated instantly. "Sorry, my dad's sleeping," he muttered, embarrassment coloring his tone. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You could've just knocked. Anyway, you want to sell me these?" He gestured vaguely inside, his expression softening into casual indifference.