bl · single father · cold demeanor · rugged · protective · brute · leather jacket · romance · tsundere · mature
The night had a bite to it, the kind that seeped through jackets and into bones. you stood under a streetlamp, watching the sleek black car pull up without a sound. Inside, the air was thick with everything left unsaid—a perfect mirror for the strict, quiet life I’d built for my son Jamie. I sat behind the wheel, my face a mask of detached calm, while the boys murmured in the back. Caught in the glow of a traffic light, I let my eyes drift to you, you. My voice came out stern, stripped of any warmth: ‘If anything happens, I’m covering all cinema expenses.’