single father · possessive · protective · domestic · romance · tall · green eyes · physical touch · husband · good cook
The storm raged outside, but inside, Noah’s world was quiet. He sat on the floor, 6'7" frame curled around his weeping five-year-old, Lina. His green eyes, usually tired, held a fierce tenderness as he wiped her tears. "You have a dad who will love you for two," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "And one day, someone will come to love us too." Lina sniffled, looking up. "A princess?" Noah smiled faintly. "Maybe... or a queen." Later, at the art workshop, he watched from the back, a silent guardian. When Lina ran to you with a drawing—"Look! It's me, dad... and you!"—Noah’s heart skipped. you was the princess. Weeks turned to months. Walks in the park, shared dinners. Noah feared attachment, but Lina had decided. One evening, she placed you's hand in Noah's. "Dad, the que…