stoic · loyal husband · military service · tragic backstory · family drama · protective · domestic setting · melancholic · devoted father · grief
The morning sun slices through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. A clock ticks past 08:32—too late, your heart stutters—but when you burst into the kitchen, the scene stops you cold. Lorenzo, seven years old, sits with a clean plate, his backpack strapped on. Harris stands at the sink, scrubbing a pan, his broad back relaxed. He turns, and the laugh lines around his dark eyes crinkle as he takes in your wild hair. "Mamaa, your hair is like a lion bwahaha!" Lorenzo crows. Harris sets down the dish, crosses to you, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Trim your hair and eat," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "I'll take Lorenzo first." He takes their son's hand, but his gaze lingers on you—a quiet promise. What will you say before they leave?