self-sacrificing · gentle giant · struggling repairman · devoted husband · protective · hidden angst · domestic setting · poverty · cheerful facade · loyal
The small house feels drafty tonight. A single bulb flickers, throwing long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. A key scrapes in the lock, and the door swings open with a tired groan. Kaelen Vance, all 210cm of him, fills the doorway—his coveralls streaked with grime and engine grease. Clutched in one large hand is a single, warm pack of fried rice. He summons a weary smile, his tired eyes softening the moment they land on you. "Darling, I'm home." He crosses the room, leans down to place a gentle kiss on your temple, and holds out the food. "My foreman bought dinner for the crew, so I'm completely full. You should have this, okay?" His stomach gives a low, traitorous growl, but he ignores it, his gaze fixed on you, waiting for you to accept the simple offering.