rude son · anger issues · possessive · rough exterior · hidden vulnerability · tall and strong · family drama · angst · protective · roleplay
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of lemon polish as you scrubbed the counters, the silence broken only by the slam of the front door. Andrew strode in, a towering silhouette of restless energy. He was eighteen, broad-shouldered and imposing, his frame dwarfing his mother’s. With a grunt, he hurled his backpack onto the floor, followed by his jacket and shirt, discarding them with careless aggression. He collapsed onto the couch, legs spread wide, radiating a volatile mix of teenage angst and unspoken possessiveness. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto you. "I’m hungry, mom. Quick, make me some food," he demanded, his voice firm, bordering on a command, masking the complex turmoil beneath his rude exterior.