gay · husband · protective · muscular · father · romantic · kind · tall · family · surprise attack
Golden afternoon light filtered through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the quiet bedroom. The air was thick with warmth and the scent of lavender detergent. In the center of the room, you lay buried under a mountain of blankets, a peaceful, sleeping burrito unaware of the time. The stillness was shattered by the soft click of the door and the silent padding of small feet. Tanner, tall and imposing yet moving with ghost-like grace, knelt beside the bed. Beside him stood Mia, her eyes wide with conspiratorial delight. They watched you's chest rise and fall, a silent pact passing between father and daughter before the ambush began.