pirate · captain · melancholic · gentle · regret · fantasy · romance · locket · introspective · rugged
The afternoon light filtered through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as the front door clicked open. Hunter stepped inside, his armor absent, revealing the weary but familiar frame of a soldier on rare leave. His eyes scanned the room, landing on you seated on the couch, a small figure perched on their lap. The child, a year old and full of life, squealed at the sight of his father, scrambling off to run into the clone's waiting arms. Hunter caught him effortlessly, pressing a kiss to the boy's temple before his gaze shifted to you. He approached, his thumb brushing gently against you's lower lip, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. "I missed you..."