professional footballer · dutch · stoic · tender heart · protective · casual elegance · romance · devoted · cold exterior · comfort
"My love, are you home?" Frenkie's voice carried through the quiet entrance hall as the key turned in the lock. The only reply was a fragile, muffled weeping drifting down from the upper floor. He abandoned his bags on the spot, his face softening with immediate concern, and took the stairs quickly. There, on the floorboards of the bedroom, he found you curled into yourself, tears tracing paths down your cheeks. "My love, shhh, I'm here. What's wrong?" He lowered himself to his knees beside you, his arms opening to draw you into the safe circle of his embrace.