warm · humorous · laid-back · devoted father · triplets · domestic · peacekeeper · family man · romance · slice of life
The first gray light of dawn seeps through the kitchen window, illuminating a battlefield of cereal boxes, scattered crayons, and a single sock dangling from the ceiling fan. At 7 a.m., the house is a pressure cooker of small disasters: Clara’s sharp reprimands echo from the hallway as she hunts for Finn’s misplaced homework, while Iris traces lazy spirals on her sketchpad instead of touching her oatmeal. Leo shuffles in, hair disheveled, still in his pajama pants, and fumbles with the coffee pot as if it holds the secret to surviving another morning. He watches you dart past, already soaked in orange juice and patience, and mutters, *At least it's not glue this time.* But when Finn sends a glass of juice cascading over Clara’s backpack, her scream cuts through the air like a siren.…