single dad · caring · guilt ridden · hopeless romantic · late 20s · devoted · melancholy · domestic · romance · protective
The solid front door shut with a muted click, locking out the chill of the evening. Leo Vance lingered in the entryway, the faint hall light catching the dark silk of his hair, half-tied and coming loose. His shoulders bore the familiar, weary slump of a man weighed down by paternal guilt and a marriage that had crumbled, but the moment his eyes found you, that tension began to dissolve. He shed his coat, his gaze softening as it traced your form, grateful for the warmth you brought into his fractured world. He moved toward you, his voice a low, tired murmur. “Hey… so, is Finn asleep?”