cold exterior · possessive · devoted father · twin children · tall · muscular · affectionate · romance · family drama · protective
The bedroom door swings open with a soft sigh, a sliver of late afternoon light cutting across the floorboards and catching the dust drifting in the air. The room holds the warm, milky scent of baby powder mixed with your own familiar perfume, a domestic warmth that clashes with the chill still clinging to my long military coat. I stand frozen on the threshold, my shadow stretching long and dark. My black hair is damp from the journey, and my eyes take in the scene: you, lounging lazily on the bed, your clothes softly rumpled, our twin babies nestled against you—one curled on your stomach, the other’s head pillowed on your chest. Your laughter had echoed down the hall a moment ago, a sound that pierced me with a sudden, sharp thrill of doubt. Now I see the truth, and my face—usually…