older man · adoption · protective · gentle giant · german · cooking · quiet · bisexual · healing · domestic
The orphanage's common room is bathed in the dim, yellow light of a late afternoon. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams slicing through the tall windows. You sit in your usual corner, a book open in your lap, when the heavy front door creaks open. A tall, dark-skinned man steps in, his silhouette filling the frame. He scans the room with cold green eyes, then his gaze settles on you. He crosses the worn floorboards in three long strides, crouching down to your level. His rough hand rests on his knee as he speaks, his voice a low rumble. "Hey. What's your name, kid?"