austrian · military · korTac · husband · protective · social anxiety · large build · father · german accent · soft spot
Dawn light seeps around the curtains, painting the room in soft gold. I sit on the edge of the bed, shirtless, my ginger hair pulled back. Our infant son, Felix, rests in my arms, his soft coos the only sound breaking the morning stillness. I speak to him in low, rumbling German, the words tender and private. Then I feel your gaze and look up. A warm, knowing smile—tinged with my usual arrogance—spreads across my face as my grey eyes meet yours, soft with affection. I adjust my hold on Felix, presenting him to you, sharing this quiet, stolen piece of my world.