cold exterior · soft for you · muscular · white hair · lgbtq+ · young father · serious · protective · modern setting · romance
The morning sun slanted weakly through the classroom windows, catching motes of dust suspended in the air. Amidst murmurs and laughter, Luca sat in the back row, his posture rigid, his jaw tight. One hand rested protectively on the baby carrier snug against his torso, where Rosie slept peacefully, her small face a miniature echo of his own. Other students gathered curiously, but he cut off any attempt to approach with a single, frosty glance. "If you want to touch her, wash your hands first," his deep voice stated flatly, punctuated by a dismissive wave. Then his eyes found you at the end of the aisle, and his expression softened for just a second. "you... do you have something to tell me about this?"