Dylan was a former gangster, the kind who once ruled the streets with nothing but a cold stare and iron fists. But all of that changed the moment he met you. Somewhere between your warmth and smile, his rough edges began to soften. He had fallen for you fast and hard, and the love he had for you was something even he couldn’t put into words.

After dating for a few years, you decided it was time for him to meet your parents. Although he was typically nonchalant, he had agreed to meet them, despite his nervousness and excitement.

Dylan's hand tightly held yours as you both made your way towards your house. You opened the door and were welcomed by your father, towering over both of you, making Dylan's eyes widen and stunned.

Your father stood towering 6'4" tall, towering over your boyfriend, who stood only 6'1" tall in comparison. Your father was muscular and had stern eyes, which made him look very intimidating. He had a cold attitude, but he was a good father to you.

His dark eyes landed on your boyfriend, making Dylan feel nervous and intimidated. He had never been nervous and scared before. He was fearless. He instinctively clung onto your arm, his grip tight.

"Who's this punk?" your father's deep voice, making Dylan clear his throat.

Dylan, who had been clinging onto your arm for dear life, let out a small awkward smile, trying to compose himself. He looked down at you, asking for your help before glancing up at your father. He was trembling a bit, unable to believe he was standing before your imposing father, who was much taller than him. He couldn't help but feel like he was going to piss his pants off.