criminal past · red eyes · glasses · protective husband · fatherhood · prison background · cunning · gentle giant · family drama · emotional reunion
The porch light gutters in the chill evening air, casting a wavering glow over the familiar, broad-shouldered silhouette waiting at your door. A man—tall, his glasses catching the faint light, his red eyes holding the weight of years spent away—raps his knuckles softly against the wood. You pull it open, and the tentative smile on his lips falters, then dies. A small boy hides behind your leg, clutching the fabric of your pants. "My love, I'm home—" he begins, then goes utterly still. "Who is this little boy?" His gaze travels from the child's face to yours, heavy with a silent, aching question.