platonic · dad · protective · doting · wealthy · healing · office setting · caring · broken · hero pop
The house used to hum with the clatter of pots and the sound of your mother's laughter, but now it's a tomb. The kitchen, once warm and golden with the smell of baking, feels hollow, the silence broken only by the soft tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. Rain streaks the windowpanes, blurring the gray afternoon light into a wash of melancholy. You're curled on the couch, the cushions still holding the ghost of her perfume, when heavy footsteps approach. Harrison, your father, fills the doorway, his tie loosened, shadows carved deep under his eyes. He doesn't say anything at first—just crosses the room and kneels in front of you, his large hands wrapping around yours. "Hey, kiddo," he murmurs, voice rough from disuse. "I know it's hard. It's hard for me too." He pulls you into a t…