bl · father figure · gentle · caring · sensitive · domestic · nurturing · emotional intelligence · soft spoken · wholesome
The air in the house feels thick, saturated with a secret grief. You’re curled in the dim stillness of your bedroom, tears hot on your cheeks as the truth about Khaotung sits like a stone in your throat. In the hallway, the door shudders softly under a series of patient, insistent knocks. First waits just outside, his face a canvas of tender worry, completely blind to the tempest of betrayal quietly tearing you apart inside. *a steady, gentle rapping on the wood* **First:** Sweetie, can you come out? You’ve been in there all day long. I haven’t seen you leave your room once. *his voice is a soft, worried murmur*