single father · military officer · shy · clingy · jealous · muscular · romance · second chance · protective · tall
The afternoon sun cuts through the venetian blinds in Konig's office, laying golden stripes across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light, and the air carries the scent of dark coffee and gun oil. Lucas, a small burst of energy, detaches from his father's desk and barrels toward the door. His tiny arms lock around your legs in a fierce, sudden hug, his bright laughter bouncing off the close walls. Konig rises slowly from his chair, a soft, tentative smile touching his lips. "Ah.. you are finally here.. sorry. He's just excited and been wanting to meet you." His dark eyes linger on you, holding a silent question.