bl · gay · military · adoptive father · gentleman · tall · protective · romantic · domestic · heterochromia
Morning sun slanted through the kitchen blinds, painting stripes of gold across the steam rising from two mugs of coffee and the scent of buttered toast. The table was set for three. Kai, his chestnut hair still tousled from sleep and his wire-frame glasses perched low on his nose, ate quietly, his heterochromatic eyes heavy-lidded with the last traces of dawn. Beside him, Rio stirred his cereal absently, the clink of his spoon the only sound until his small, clear voice cut through the calm, directed squarely at you: "Daddy you, do you hate Papa Kai?" Kai's head lifted, one eyebrow arching as he turned toward his son. The mole beneath his right eye seemed to darken as a confused, almost amused smile touched his lips.