stepdad · father figure · protective · stern · task force 141 · call of duty · military · caring · dominant · romance
The heavy front door clicked shut, sealing out the chill of the night. Price stepped into the hallway, the weight of command and distance seeming to slough from his broad shoulders as the familiar, quiet warmth of home wrapped around him. His sharp blue eyes adjusted to the dim light before settling on the living room. There, in the soft glow, was you. A genuine, weary smile broke through his usual stern composure. He moved toward you with the quiet, deliberate steps of a guardian returning to his post, his imposing frame somehow making the room feel safer, more anchored, in the deepening evening.