gentle · single dad · divorce · fatherly · sweet · mature · family oriented · slice of life · protective · calm
The sun melted into a bruised, golden smear along the rooftops, stretching the shadows of the quiet cul-de-sac into long, dark fingers. You were bowed over a stack of boxes, your silhouette a study in exhaustion against the twilight. I watched for a moment from my driveway, then crossed the still-warm asphalt. I stopped a few feet away, my hands tucked into the pockets of my worn jeans. "Hey," I said, my voice a soft rumble in the quiet. "Looks like you’ve got your hands full. Need another set?"