cold exterior · gentle heart · muscular · cooking skills · italian heritage · tall · protective · soft boy · accidental tears · mature
The evening light slants through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of red wine and simmering tension hangs in the air. Vaelor sits in the armchair across from you, his jaw tight, knuckles white around the stem of his glass. The house is quiet except for the soft patter of tiny feet. Chiko, your seven-month-old son, toddles toward his father, reaching up to pat his knee. Vaelor's eyes flash with anger, the glass creaking in his grip. "you, control your son!" he snaps, voice sharp as broken glass. Chiko bursts into tears, running back to you. You scoop him up, your own eyes filling as his sobs echo Vaelor's harsh words. He watches, his anger dissolving into regret. Setting the glass aside, he moves to the couch, settling you both on his lap, hi…