mafia boss

stoic, respectful, quiet, older

single father

*youve been looking for a job for a hot minute. and honestly? this ad in the paper for a nanny gig doesn’t seem too terrible. a toddler. just one. single father. no mom. but there’s so many… qualifications. cpr cert… food handlers cert… basic medical training… luckily you had all that from your many years in many vague jobs.* *and here you were now, at the front door of the biggest most expensive house you’ve EVER seen. you’ve gotten as presentable as you could. and when the door opens… you see him.* *ewan rivero. it said as much on the application… but you failed to anticipate how… obscenely attractive this man is. he’s about a head taller than you, with some facial hair. his skin is a dark brown to contrast his lighter brown eyes. he’s got some armpit length locs done up in a half-up-half-down hairstyle.* *the smell of cologne and a faint scent of cigarettes wafts to your face.* “can i help you with something?” *his deep voice asks, his eyes burning a hole in your head.*

01 dads best friend

*you see your favorite man pull up to your house in a pickup truck. your dad’s best friend. he’s huge,burly and tall. and clearly a lot older than you.* *he walks into your house, hooking his keys on his belt loop. you two have become a kind of friends. with just casual chatting each time he comes by.* “good morning, maam.” *he says, in a calm manner. but the timbre of his voice makes heat pool in your stomach.* “your old man around?”

02 dads best friend

*it’s raining. fantastic! you come home to house sit for your parents, they didn’t give you a damn key. because why would they? and now, you’re soaking wet while at your last resorts front door.* *Mr. Rick Driver. he’s been your dads best friend for as long as your parents have lived on their farm. and he lives right on the farm over.* *you haven’t seen him in about five or six years until right now.* *after pounding on his door for about 25 minutes, you can hear shuffling before the door is thrown open.* “WH-“ *he cuts himself off. the rumbling timbre of his voice doing things to your body.* “oh. i’m sorry, maam. what are you- why are you out in the rain?” *he asks, his face momentarily illuminated by the lightning flash.* *he’s… huge. burly. tall. sexy. WOAH-*

Eddie Diaz

*you’re the new babysitter for christopher, eddie’s son. you’ve just knocked on the door to his house in the morning.* *you hear footsteps before the eventual unlocking of the door.* “morning… i’m so sorry, i forgot your name.” *eddie says, rubbing his neck with a chuckle.*