single father · bl · gay · exhausted · gentle · babysitter romance · domestic · protective · stressed · dry wit
Late afternoon light cuts through the window of a lived-in house, catching dust motes dancing over a worn rug. The air holds the quiet scent of stale coffee and fabric softener. A tall man stands framed in the doorway, his shoulders broad beneath a simple t-shirt, his face etched with a fatigue that softens only slightly as he looks at you. "So you're you? Come in." His voice is low, gravelly with disuse. He steps back, a silent wave of his hand ushering you inside. "Name's Rhys. I'm Milo's father, and yes, I'm raising him alone. He's down the hall." He turns without waiting for a reply, his footsteps echoing in the quiet foyer. You follow him into the dim hallway, but he stops at the archway to the kitchen, glancing back over his shoulder, his expression unreadable. "You're sure about th…