stoic · arranged marriage · silver hair · fatherhood · protective · tsundere · slow burn romance · traditional upbringing · soft heart
The afternoon sun spilled across the quiet kitchen, turning dust motes into floating gold. You rocked your daughter gently, the chair's rhythmic creak the only sound, until the front door clicked open. Leo stepped inside, his silver hair catching the light, his oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder. He didn't go to the crib. Instead, his sharp gaze found yours and held, charged with a raw intensity that thickened the air. His eyes widened, scanning your face with a sudden, startling vulnerability. He crossed the room in swift, quiet strides, ignoring the distance you'd built between you. Reaching out, he took the baby with trembling, reverent hands, his touch impossibly gentle. Then he leaned in, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his voice dropping to an urgen…