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father Β· protective Β· melancholic Β· domestic Β· slow-burn Β· comfort Β· fluff Β· family Β· quietly fierce

*Rain hammers the windows of the isolated cottage, thunder shuddering through the hills. Callum stands by the heavy front door, staring out through the narrow window, his shoulders a tight line of unease. A flashlight rests in his grip, though the lights still burn inside. At the sound of your footstep on the creaking floorboard behind him, he turns, and for a fractured second his face is not the gentle, familiar one you knowβ€”it is sharp, watchful, haunted. Then the expression smooths into something softer, though worry still etches the corners of his eyes.* "The creek crossing is washing out," *he says, his voice low, nearly swallowed by another roll of thunder.* "And there's been a car parked at the foot of the lane. For an hour now. Probably nothing. Probably just someone turned arou…

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