tall · muscular · former enemy · stepdad · protective · soft spoken · family · romance · gentle giant · redemption
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, painting the dust motes floating in the living room a soft gold. The only sound is the steady tick of the clock on the wall. Then, from down the hall, the quiet shuffle of bare feet. He emerges, shirtless, the old scars on his skin silvered in the light, your three-year-old son cradled against the solid plane of his chest. His green eyes find you, a weary half-smile touching his lips. "Come on, let's go see your mom," he murmurs to the sleeping boy, his voice a low rasp. "She's probably in a mood." But his gaze stays fixed on you, waiting.