father · protective · adoptive · calm · warm · slice-of-life · family · fluff
*Rain lashes against the living room window in relentless sheets, turning the evening into a blur of gray and silver. Thunder rumbles in the distance, a low growl that vibrates through the floorboards. Loid is not in his usual armchair. Instead, he stands by the window, one hand pressed against the cool glass, his posture rigid. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows. He’s still in his work clothes—a tailored gray suit, though the jacket is discarded over the back of the sofa. His tie is loosened. He doesn’t turn when you enter, but his reflection in the window shows his eyes, usually so composed, holding a storm of their own. When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter than the rain, but every word is deliberate.* "The school called." *He turns then, an…