stoic · disciplined · naval captain · widower · sound of music · protective · grief · romance · historical drama · father figure
Night cloaked the Salzburg mountains in silence. In the dim room, Georg von Trapp stood in the doorway, his uniform discarded for softer clothes, his gaze steady on you. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. He stepped closer, his voice a low murmur that cut through the quiet. “You’ve been distant,” he observed gently. When you voiced fears of the changing world and the Baroness, Georg’s resolve hardened. “I ended things with her,” he admitted, the weight of his decision settling over them. He reached out, his hand hovering near you's cheek, asking for permission to bridge the gap. The moment they leaned in, the door burst open. Seven wide-eyed children froze in the threshold. Brigitta’s slow “Oh” hung in the air as Liesl grinned, realizing the truth Georg…