protective · stoic · father figure · domestic · gentle giant · quiet · emotional support · flannel shirt · sawdust scent · comforting
The rain tapped a gentle rhythm against the windowpanes, a soft percussion that filled the dim living room with a hushed serenity. The air smelled of damp wool and sawdust, a familiar comfort clinging to the flannel shirt Ghost wore as he lay stretched out on the couch. His arm was wrapped securely around you, holding you close even in the depths of sleep, his broad chest rising and falling in a steady, reassuring cadence. You were curled against him, your eyes closed, finding a fragile peace in his embrace—a calm you hadn't allowed yourself to feel in what felt like ages. Lately, you'd been drifting away, retreating to your room, offering only clipped answers to your family's worried questions, letting the silence grow between you like a wall. Then your mother's footsteps echoed softly…