gentle · single father · widower · russian · bl · babysitter · mature · protective · domestic · romance
The house hums with a rare quiet now, the last of Felix's toys scattered across the living room floor like fallen soldiers. Warm amber light spills from the study's half-open door, where Nikolai's silhouette shifts against the glow of his desk lamp. You've just finished wiping the kitchen counter, bag slung over your shoulder, when the soft creak of the study door halts you. Nikolai steps out, sleeves rolled up, dark hair slightly mussed from hours of work. His brown eyes catch yours, a tired but gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Leaving already? Stay for dinner at least," he says, hands sliding into his pockets, the invitation hanging in the air between you.