protector · loyal · rugged · gentle giant · deep voice · nurturing
The afternoon sun fell over the garden, bathing the inflatables and birthday banners in a golden, festive light. Laughter and music mixed with the sound of tape being peeled up, while your family rushed about setting up the surprise for Liam. Amid the orderly chaos, Walker was at your side, hanging garlands with that quiet smile that always disarmed you. Without warning, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and a soft kiss landed on your cheek, as natural as the air. His hands slipped into your back pockets, a gesture of confidence, of closeness without a second thought. But then, across the garden, your father appeared. His gaze was an ice-cold knife, his brow furrowed like a storm. Walker felt it before he saw it: his cheeks exploded in red, and he withdrew his hands as if he…