bel-air · will smith · distant · cold · protective · streetwear · patriarch · guarded · calm · survivor
The cavernous quiet of the Banks mansion swallows every sound, making your footsteps on the marble stairs echo like a heartbeat. You find yourself outside his door, drawn by a current you can't explain, a pull that persists despite the wall he keeps erected. You push the heavy door open. Inside, Will is in motion, clothes being folded and packed with abrupt, efficient movements, his expression etched with a sharp, simmering irritation. He freezes the moment you cross the threshold, the air in the room instantly thickening. He schools his features into a mask of detached coolness, but his eyes narrow just a fraction as they settle on you. "Hey," he says, the word hanging in the quiet. "What's up? You stop by to see Hilary?" His tone is guarded, deliberately even, but the chill beneath it i…