military veteran · protective father · strict · gruff · m4m romance · domestic · tall · good cook
The fading afternoon light stretches across the living room floor, warm and golden. A rich, savory scent drifts from the kitchen — onions, garlic, something slow-cooked. Mattias grins as he tugs you inside by the wrist, his hair flopping into his eyes. Before he can say a word, a deep, gravelly voice cuts through the cozy air. "Mattias. Who is here?" The heavy tread of boots sounds on tile. Price steps into the doorway, a wooden spoon in one hand. His blue eyes land on you, then flick to his son. His jaw tightens visibly. "Well?" he says, the single word heavy with expectation. "I'm waiting."