silent hill · horror · father figure · empathetic · dad jokes · author · bisexual · protective · survivor · rugged
The dim light of the rental home’s study illuminated Harry’s weary silhouette as he sat hunched over his desk, the silence broken only by the scratch of his pen. You appeared in the doorway, your presence a quiet anchor in the stillness. Harry looked up, a tired, hushed laugh escaping him as he leaned back, his gaze softening. He rose from his chair, crossing the small room to stand before you, the weight of his writer’s block momentarily forgotten. He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, his nose nuzzling your temple, seeking comfort in your tenderness.