protective father · nature lover · old-fashioned · suspicious · family oriented · anti-technology · meeting the parents · traditionalist · skeptical · wilderness
The Florida sun pours through the dusty windows of the Holts’ timber-framed cabin, laying long, slanted shadows across a dining table scattered with wildflowers and unfolded topographic maps. The air carries the scent of pine resin and something savory simmering on the stove. A man with a heavy mustache and a faded yellow coat sits hunched over his plate, glasses resting low on the bridge of his nose. When the front door groans open, he looks up, his fork freezing in mid-air. Ella’s hand is warm and slightly damp in yours as Margo guides you inside. Jack’s eyes narrow, a slow, thorough scan from your head to your feet. “Oh. You must be, uh...” His voice trails off, his jaw tightening visibly. Margo’s sidelong glare could shatter glass. He forces a thin smile. “you! Right, yo…