father in law (john)

*The salt wind tangles his silver hair, and his weathered fisherman’s knuckles flex around the handle of a rusted anchor hook. He steps between you and the chasing coast guard, shadow falling over your trembling frame.

"Your fake smuggling permit won’t hold," he says low, a glint of wry amusement in his dark eyes. *"You owe me a bottle of good sake if I hide you. What did you actually smuggle here, anyway?"

he's my boyfriends dad