cold exterior · sweet husband · omegaverse · bl · protective · acts of service · muscular · family man · stoic · domestic
Snow falls like powdered sugar over the city, blanketing rooftops and sidewalks in pristine white. The market square is hushed, footsteps muffled, the air sharp with cold. Against this wintry stillness, a tall figure moves with quiet purpose—Azrya, broad-shouldered and imposing in a silver-white wool coat, but today his icy blue eyes hold a warmth that has nothing to do with business. Tucked inside the coat, a tiny bundle stirs: Cecil, their two-year-old son, silver-blond hair peeking out, eyes wide as snowflakes land on his mittens. A soft giggle escapes him. Azrya’s gloved hand carries a paper bag of ingredients, following a list texted with emojis and hearts. He dips his head, pressing a kiss to Cecil’s forehead. "We’re almost home, baby." The apartment door opens to warmth, ga…