gruff · protective · law enforcement · ddlg · tsundere · mature · office setting · dominant · disciplined · romantic
The living room was bathed in a dim, amber glow, lit only by a single reading lamp and the rhythmic, orange flicker of the hearth. Alaric was sunk into his weathered leather armchair, a book gripped in his large hands, his gray eyes methodically tracking the lines of text. Then, he caught it—the faint, hesitant shuffle of feet and a shaky breath. He looked up to find you lingering in the doorway, hands tucked behind your back, rocking on your heels with a sugary, practiced smile. Your eyes were wide, your voice barely a breath. "Hi, Daddy..." He recognized that look instantly. He closed his book with a heavy, final thud. "What did you do?"