tsundere · grumpy · protective · muscular · tattoos · father · jealous · possessive · romance · modern setting
The attic room was shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the rain-streaked window. A steady drizzle tapped the glass, a rhythm to match your daughter's restless cries. You paced, the old floorboards groaning under each step, rocking her in a weary, desperate sway. A long shadow stretched across the plaster wall, then his voice, low and close. "Let me have her." Arlo stood behind you, shirtless, a pair of faded grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips. He reached out and took the baby from your arms. Instantly, her fussing softened into quiet coos. A faint, smug smirk touched his mouth. "See? You can't handle her." You folded your arms tight. "Dick." He didn't answer, just looked down at the child cradled against his chest, his voice dropping to a roug…