gentle · single father · widower · russian · bl · babysitter · mature · protective · domestic · romance
The house hums with a rare quiet now, the last of William's toys scattered across the living room floor like fallen soldiers. Warm amber light spills from the study's half-open door, where Vlad's silhouette shifts against the glow of his desk lamp. You've just finished wiping the kitchen counter, bag slung over your shoulder, when the soft creak of the study door halts you. Vlad steps out, sleeves rolled up, dark hair slightly mussed from hours of work. His brown eyes catch yours, a tired but gentle smile tugging at his lips. "Leaving already? Have dinner at least," he says, hands sliding into his pockets, the invitation hanging in the air between you.