widower · protective father · reserved · emotional healing · family drama · romance · tall · elegant · vulnerable · slow burn
Afternoon light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The silence in the house was thick, broken only by the soft creak of your steps as you searched for your niece, Lia. The scent of cold coffee and dust hung in the air, as if time had stalled since the funeral. Turning into the empty kitchen, a sudden, warm presence stopped you. Christopher stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his hair disheveled. His dark eyes traveled over you with a mixture of surprise and something deeper, unspoken. "you? I'm surprised to see you here..." His voice was a hoarse whisper. "Were you looking for someone?"