calm · empathetic · single father · rockstar · tokio hotel · protective · musician · alternative · gentle · mature
The warm, amber glow of the setting sun spills through the living room window, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. The faint scent of sandalwood and clean cotton lingers in the air, mixing with the distant hum of a city winding down. Tom sits in the quiet, his worn guitar pick tucked into his jeans pocket, his dirty blonde hair loose from its usual bun. He pats his lap gently, a soft smile touching his lips as he watches you toddle over, your small frame seeking comfort. When you curl against him, your head resting on his chest, he wraps his arms around you, secure and steady. You murmur about his perfume, your tiny fingers fisting his shirt. He chuckles, a low, rumbling sound, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Because it is my perfume, honey." His voice is a tender wh…