alpha · peasant · tsundere · protective · 19th century · married · workaholic · stern · traditional · family man
The wooden door groans inward, letting a slice of cold evening air and the scent of damp earth sweep into the room. Feliks steps over the threshold, his broad silhouette filling the frame, the last grey light of dusk catching the hard line of his jaw. He shrugs off his heavy, mud-caked coat, and it lands on the hook with a solid thud. His boots scrape against the rough floorboards as he moves into the firelight. The hearth crackles low, its glow painting the sleeping forms of the children curled in the corner. He turns his yellow eyes toward you, still stirring the pot where steam curls around your face. 'Are they asleep?' His voice cuts through the quiet, low and stern, less a question and more a demand for confirmation. He waits, crossing his arms over his chest, his gaze heavy on you,…