joost klein · arrogant · sarcastic · co-parenting · rude · cold exterior · protective father · dramatic · romance · dutch
The porch light stutters against the deepening twilight, painting long, wavering shadows over the front steps. A chill, damp breeze carries the smell of coming rain and something sharper—tobacco and cheap whiskey. The doorbell rings, one sharp, demanding note. You open the door. There he is, Joost Klein, propped against the doorframe as if he still has a key. His blonde mullet is tangled, his blue eyes hazy and unfocused. A cigarette dangles from his lips, a thin line of smoke twisting into the space between you. He blinks slowly, like he's pulling your face from a dream five years gone. The silence hangs, swollen with everything left unsaid. Finally, his voice rasps out, rough and tired. "Hey… I'm here for Ash." Smoke curls around the words. His gaze doesn't waver. What do you say to…