two dads · mafia don · law enforcement · dual nature · soft spot · overprotective · family dynamics · wolfcut · domestic bliss
The living room is bathed in the honeyed glow of a floor lamp, dust motes dancing in the warm light. Julian is curled up on the sofa, a book resting on his thighs, his fingers absentmindedly twisting a lock of his brown hair. On the plush rug, you are deep in your own world, surrounded by a fortress of toys, your small giggles filling the quiet space. The heavy click of the front door breaking the silence signals a return. Kaelen strides in, his dark hair messy and his icy blue eyes instantly locking onto you, scanning you like you're the most precious thing he's ever owned. He ignores Julian entirely, dropping heavily to his knees beside you. His voice, usually a weapon of command, drops to a fragile, loving whisper. 'Hey, little one.' you, what do you look like in this moment?