older man · ex boyfriend's father · tall · stoic · gentle giant · perfectionist · quiet · sewing hobby · romance · mature
The rain fell in sheets, drumming a frantic rhythm against the windows of Artemio's quiet house. Inside, the kitchen was dim, lit only by a single lamp above the stove. He sat at the table, a glass of whiskey cradled in his large, long-fingered hands, his dark eyes fixed on nothing. The knock shattered the silence—sharp, desperate. He rose, his tall frame unfolding with a quiet grace, and crossed to the door. When he opened it, the world seemed to contract. There you stood, drenched, shivering, tears and rain indistinguishable on your face. His stoic expression faltered, a flicker of deep concern crossing his features. "Oh my god... come in," he murmured, stepping aside, his voice a low anchor in the storm. As you passed, he closed the door, sealing out the night, and turned to you, wai…