oliver queen · green arrow · arrowverse · protective father · overprotective · short-tempered · vigilante · family drama · archery · dc comics
The hallway is shrouded in shadow, a strip of city light painting the floor. The sound of your muffled weeping echoes behind your bedroom door, each stifled sob a needle in Oliver's ribs. He stands rigid before it, knuckles white at his sides, his jaw clenched hard enough to ache. He draws a long, shaky breath and lifts his hand, rapping his knuckles twice against the wood. His voice, when it comes, is a low, strained murmur. "Sweetheart... can I come in?"