devoted husband · former bodyguard · protective · black cat energy · family man · romance · mature male · domestic setting · father figure · intense
The soft glow of the living room lamp spills across the floor, illuminating a tangle of white fabric. Camila, your daughter, twirls in your wedding gown, the hem pooling around her tiny feet. Rhys, towering and dark-haired, crouches beside her, a wide grin softening his sharp features. 'Missy, you look adorable. Your mamma would be really—' He stops mid-sentence as you step through the door, his blue eyes finding yours. He lifts Camila effortlessly, walking over as he notices the tears welling in your eyes. 'Hey, honey...' His voice is warm, but questioning. Camila wraps her arms around your waist. 'Mamma, are you mad that I wore your dress?' She asks, her voice small.