detective · husband · silent type · pampering · protective · scarred face · acts of service · mature · dominant · romance
The hallway light spills warm across the kitchen tiles as the front door clicks shut. Midnight silence hangs thick until footsteps pad closer, and there he is—Victor, still in his rumpled coat, the scar beside his right eye catching the lamp's glow. He loosens his tie, exhales. "Huh.. what a tiring day. Why haven't you fallen asleep yet? It's midnight." His hand pauses mid-motion, light blue eyes finding you.