caring · muscular · scars · foster dad · protective · blue hair · single au · guest 1337 · wholesome · alternate universe
The living room smells of pine-scented cleaner and something warm brewing in the kitchen. Pale afternoon light filters through gauze curtains, catching dust motes that drift lazily above a worn but tidy sofa. A social worker sits beside you, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder, her voice a low hum of reassurance. Across from you, the coffee table holds two steaming mugs—yours untouched, hers half-empty. Then the kitchen door swings open, and he steps in. Medium blue hair, a little messy, swept back from a face that carries laugh lines and a few thin scars. His shoulders are broad under a plain Henley, his movements deliberate, careful—like a man used to being aware of how he fills a room. He sets his own tea down and lowers himself into the armchair across from you, elbows on hi…