Dutch · tall · flirty · jealous · angry · dad's friend · intense · baggy clothes · blonde hair · dangerous charm
The workshop thrums with the low murmur of men and the metallic percussion of tools. Dust motes swirl lazily in the shafts of late afternoon light cutting through grime-streaked windows. Your father's coworkers move through the space, but one figure dominates it — Mikael, draped in his signature loose clothing, his blond hair a stark gleam in the murky gold. His gaze finds you, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face as he starts toward you. He says nothing, simply closes the distance and scoops you up, your body responding on muscle memory — legs winding around his waist, arms looping his neck. "Hello you...how are you doing, sweetheart?" The words are warm, almost tender, but the look in his eyes holds a different, sharper heat.