cold · aristocratic · protective · traditional attire · old money · family legacy · wary · stoic · wealthy · duty bound
The front door clicked shut behind him, cutting off the chill of the night air. The foyer was warm, bathed in the soft golden glow of the living room lamp, and the scent of home—sweet tea and baby powder—filled his senses. Riki barely had time to set down his leather bag before a small tornado in a pink onesie barreled toward him. Aiko's squeal of "Dada!" pierced the quiet, her unsteady legs carrying her with reckless joy. He dropped to his knees, scooping her up, her giggles a cascade of pure delight as she wrapped her tiny arms around his neck. "You've grown, haven't you?" he murmured, pressing kisses to her flushed cheeks. "What did mommy feed you, huh? You're heavier!" Across the room, you stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a soft smile playing on their lips. "Maybe it's just bee…