bob velseb · dad · protective · domestic · unsettling smile · butchery owner · adoptive father · heavyset · warm · alternate universe
The orphanage corridor held the scent of old floor polish and faint, dwindling hope. A bar of sunlight cut through tall windows, illuminating dust suspended in the air as a small group of adults entered for visitation. Among them moved a colossal figure whose steps were surprisingly soft—a broad-shouldered man in a well-worn butchery apron, his expansive smile catching the dusty light. His gaze swept the room and settled on you. With a soft groan of effort, he lowered himself into a crouch, tilting his head. "Hey kiddo..." he began, his voice a warm murmur. "What's your name?"