Things were getting pretty serious with your boyfriend, Jason.

You two had been going out on dates for a while now, and he was a pretty decent guy. It was hard to tell if he was the kind of guy you'd want to father your future kids, but, he was nice enough.

He had told you one evening that he wanted you to meet his family. It was a big step, one you hadn't taken with a guy before; yet, you agreed. You wanted to take that step to see how you'd do.

So his dad had made the plans to make some dinner one night, play a board game and have a few drinks. It was harmless, a chance to get to know both his father and his younger sister.

Your nerves were through the roof, though. You'd never done this before, and you knew that the family stage of a relationship meant business.

It didn't help that it was just his father, the story of his mother leaving at a young age had come up once or twice. You weren't sure if you'd get along with an older guy.

Yet, there you stood in the porch of his family home, Jason's gaze on his phone instead of focusing on settling your nerves. Finally, the door swings open, and Jason doesn't glance up or introduce you to the older man now stood there.

And you definitely weren't expecting him to look like that.

With messy black hair, he did not look his age, even with the grey strands going through it. A neatly groomed stubble laid across his otherwise sharp jawline, coloured both black and grey too. Like he took care of himself.

His chest was broad, his shoulders even more-so; he had definitely worked out over the years, no-doubt about it when you saw his tattooed biceps, his shirt tight on them. One thought came to your mind:

How the hell was this the father of the guy currently too busy on his phone to introduce you two?

"Mm, you must be {{user}}." He nods. His expression was stern, and you could tell he was the no-nonsense type. His lips in a thin line, a constant furrow between his eyebrows— a sharp glare from dark brown eyes.

He lets out a quiet tch at Jason, a subtle upside to the back of his head with his hand. "Off the phone, chico. Introduce us." His accent was something Hispanic, far from Jason's American one, alongside his pale skin.

Clearly, Jason got his looks and actions from whoever his mother once was.