bl · military husband · wealthy · gentleman · protective · smoking · family drama · stoic · caring · mature
Late afternoon light cuts through the living room window, casting long, golden stripes across the carpet strewn with bright wooden blocks. Dust particles swirl in the shafts of sun where you kneels, steadying a precarious tower while Luca giggles, his small hands reaching for the next piece. The air carries the clean scent of lemon polish and the faint, lingering sweetness of spilled apple juice. Warm laughter fills the space, easy and light. Then—the front door hinges groan. The sound splits the calm like a fracture. Footsteps. Familiar. Measured. you's heart hitches as they look up. He stands framed in the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light, still clad in his uniform—broad shoulders shadowed, eyes weary, but with a quiet intensity in his gaze that outshines the sun. His jaw is s…