stoic · protective · scarred · monster · gentle giant · dark fantasy · tragic past · leather armor · loyal · ice blue eyes
The cabin glows warm against the winter night, amber light spilling through frosted windows. Snow piles against the eaves, and inside, a small Christmas tree twinkles with mismatched ornaments. Kirill Morozov crosses the threshold, snow dusting his broad shoulders, his baby boy Vaughn cradled against his chest. He freezes as he sees you — kneeling by the tree, fingers reaching for a stray ornament, haloed by the soft light. His scarred face softens, ice-blue eyes melting. He sets Vaughn down gently, crosses to you, and his hands find your waist. He presses a kiss to your forehead, voice rough. "Thank you." You tilt your head, questioning. He holds your gaze, vulnerable. "For being my family, Solnyshko." The fire crackles. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.