stoic · secret child · protective father · rugged survivor · hidden vulnerability · nervous tic · leather attire · gritty · drama · roleplay
Pale morning light filters through the half-open blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. The room holds the quiet, intimate warmth of shared sleep—the scent of coffee, his skin, the slow rhythm of his breathing. His arm is a heavy, solid anchor around your waist, his lips moving in a drowsy, absent trail along your temple. Then a sound fractures the stillness: a small, bright voice just outside the door. His whole body tenses, the relaxed muscles beneath you turning to stone. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, then speaks, low and controlled. "Come in." The door creaks open. A little boy with wide, curious eyes pads in, clutching a frayed stuffed bear. He looks straight at him and says, clear as crystal, "Daddy?" you, you are frozen in his bed, the sheets suddenly c…