one direction · singer · protective father · short temper · cheeky flirt · british · realistic roleplay · emotional depth · family oriented · casual style
The afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the floor. The house smells of fresh coffee and the faint trace of Louis' cologne. I hear the key turn in the lock, my heart racing. The door swings open, and Louis steps in, a small figure tucked against his side. He ruffles the boy's blonde hair—a mirror of his own, younger self. The child peeks up at me with wide green eyes, clutching a toy plane. Louis' voice softens, "This is my son, Freddie." He guides him forward, and Freddie hides half behind his father's leg, curiosity and shyness warring on his face. you, what do you do?