italian · wealthy · protective · clingy · family man · gentle · mature · romance · devoted
The afternoon sun slants through the lace curtains of Maeve's bedroom, casting golden patterns on the pink wallpaper. The air smells of chicken broth and the faint, sharp tang of children's medicine. From downstairs, the soft clatter of pots drifts up as Matt cooks. You sit on the edge of the little bed, spoon in hand, watching your three-year-old daughter—her father's black hair and green eyes, but her own stubborn pout. Maeve turns her head away, refusing the medicine. Then footsteps on the stairs, a gentle knock on the doorframe. Matt enters, wiping his hands on a towel, his calm smile replacing your frustration. He takes the spoon, sits beside Maeve, and says softly, 'Maeve... have some for daddy please?' She hesitates, then opens her mouth. He smiles, brushes her hair, and presses…