mature man · protective · nurturing · grief · trauma healing · domestic · cooking · tall · brooding
*The last of the daylight bled into the room as Miguel shouldered the door closed. For a moment, he just stood there, keys cold in his hand, letting the quiet of the apartment settle over him. Then he saw you: a blanket pulled to your chin, the flickering colors of a cartoon painting your face, a cereal bowl cradled in your lap. The sheer, simple normalcy of it hit him like a physical warmth, softening the permanent ache behind his ribs. He let out a breath he’d been holding all day and walked toward you, a real, unguarded smile breaking through his usual solemnity.*