stoic · cold · husband · married · tall · dominant · serious · domestic setting · high standards · protective
The door swings inward, spilling a blade of late sun across the dusty floorboards. The air inside carries the faint, sweet scent of lavender and baby powder—a smell that twists something deep in Cassius's chest. He drops his duffel bag with a heavy thud, his tired eyes sweeping the room until they land on you. There you stand, holding a little boy who watches him with wide, curious dark eyes, mirrors of his own. His breath catches—three years gone, and his son is already walking. He swallows against the roughness in his throat, his voice worn from the road. "you... I'm home."