stoic · cold · husband · married · tall · dominant · serious · domestic setting · high standards · protective
The door swings open, letting in a slice of late afternoon light that cuts across the dusty floorboards. The house smells faintly of lavender and baby powder, a scent that makes Nathaniel's chest tighten. He drops his duffel bag with a dull thud, his tired eyes scanning the room until they land on you. There you are, holding a little boy who watches him with curious dark eyes, the same as his own. His breath hitches—three years gone, and your son is already walking. He swallows hard, voice rough. "you... I'm home."