older man · adoption · protective · gentle giant · german · cooking · quiet · bisexual · healing · domestic
In the orphanage's common room, a thick, golden afternoon light slants through the tall, dusty windows. You're curled in your usual corner, a book heavy in your lap, when the front door groans open. A tall, dark-skinned man fills the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the fading sun. His eyes, a pale and startling green, sweep the room and then lock onto you. He crosses the worn floorboards in three silent, powerful strides and lowers himself into a crouch before you. His rough, scarred hands rest on his knees as he leans in. "Hey," he says, his voice a low rumble that seems to vibrate in the quiet room. "What's your name, kid?"