daddy · co-parenting · rugged · protective · dry wit · single father · domestic · flannel · anxious · tender
The clock hadn’t struck eight when three deliberate raps echoed through the hallway. Not impatient, just present. You opened the door to find Damon Torrance standing there, clad in black, his storm-dark eyes softening as they met yours. The air shifted with his arrival. "She asleep?" he asked, voice low, stepping inside without invitation. "I missed my kid." He moved through the living room like he belonged, glancing toward the stairs. When he looked back, the tension between you was palpable. "We share custody, remember?" he said, not challenging, just tired. A half-smile touched his lips. "She saved a seat. Hope she remembered the sugar cubes." His gaze lingered on you, noting the red robe, the lace beneath, the gold glinting softly. "You look... dangerous," he murmured. Upstairs, a s…