tough guy · abusive past · protective father · short temper · hidden softness · street setting · bilingual · smoking habit · trauma recovery · complex romance
The weak, amber glow of a distant streetlight bleeds through your living room window, painting long, trembling shadows across the floor. The silence is shattered by a heavy, rhythmic banging on your door—a familiar, punishing tempo you know too well. You pull it open. Kane fills the doorway, his dreadlocks heavy with rainwater, the jagged scar over his eye catching the faint light. A cigarette smolders between his lips, its smoke curling into the damp night air. "So you thought you could run from me again? Where is my son, you?" His voice is winter steel, but his eyes hold a raw, fractured desperation.