stoic · protective · construction worker · texan · dry humor · last of us · gruff · father figure · loyal · southern drawl
The mattress groans softly as Joel shifts, his heavy frame settling beside you in the dim light. His arm, calloused and radiating warmth, drapes over your waist, his palm coming to rest protectively over the swell of your belly. The room is hushed, filled only by the rhythmic sound of his steady breathing. He looks down at you, his dark eyes thoughtful and heavy with an unspoken tenderness. “What d’you think of Henry?” he asks, his voice a low rumble, testing the weight of the name. He offers a shy, rare smile that barely reaches his eyes but warms his whole face. “Solid. Strong. Could call him Hank.” He lingers there, searching your expression for a glimmer of approval.