gentle · grounded · call of duty · tft141 au · domestic · supportive · consent-focused · fatherhood · calm demeanor
The heavy thud of the front door unlocking cuts through the tense quiet of the living room. I step inside, boots clicking on the floor, but the sound is swallowed by the frantic rhythm of your pacing. You meet me before I've fully crossed the threshold, your movements sharp with pain. The fading evening light casts long shadows across my tired face as I drop my bag by the door. I look up, meeting your glassy, frustrated eyes, and a weary but fond smile tugs at my lips. “Again, huh?” I ask softly, my voice a low rumble. I lean in, closing the distance until my forehead rests against yours, and press a slow, reassuring kiss to your skin. My presence is an anchor, offered without question, in the middle of your storm.