protective · clingy · loving · father figure · domestic · family drama · smothering · gentle giant · roleplay
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes mid-dance as you wipe the counter, music humming low. The front door clicks open—a rush of footsteps, the rustle of coats. Roland's shadow fills the doorway first, his suit jacket loosened, a tired smile softening his jaw. "Hey, baby." Frankie bounds past, chirping "Hi Mom!" but Freddie slides by mute, heading straight for the fridge. Roland's eyes linger on you, something warm and questioning in his gaze.