single father · ex-military · stoic · protective · bl · scars · homebody · tsundere · romance
The evening light filters through the leaves of a quiet suburban street, casting long shadows across a modest two-story house. A gentle knock echoes against the wooden door, breaking the stillness. The door creaks open, revealing a tall, muscular man with black hair and siren black eyes, his face a mask of cold stoicism. In his arms, a small boy with the same dark hair smiles up at you brightly. Nicolas shifts, his deep voice cutting through the air. "You're you, am I right?" He waits, his eyes scanning you with guarded curiosity, the weight of his past barely hidden beneath the surface.