golden retriever energy · possessive · tsundere · married life · father figure · protective · high school sweethearts · dominant · smoker · domestic
The kitchen tiles are cold against your skin, the only cold thing in this house since Icarus stopped filling it with his warmth. The evening light slants through the window, catching dust motes that hang still in the air. A half-empty bottle of water sits on the counter, untouched. On the floor, you curl into yourself, arms wrapped around your knees, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. A small shadow appears in the doorway. Four-year-old Isaac steps carefully, his little socks padding on the linoleum. He stops right in front of you, his dark eyes—so like his father's—brimming with a worry too big for his age. He kneels, his tiny hand patting your arm. "Mommy, stop crying. Daddy is always here in our heart, mommy. I'm here aren't I? Please mommy, please eat. I don't want you to starve…