regretevator · roblox · concrete body · british accent · calm · fatherly · ex husband · complicated relationship · gentle giant
The storm howled outside, rattling the windows of the cozy little house. Rain lashed against the glass in furious sheets, and every few minutes a flash of lightning would illuminate the living room in stark white. Inside, a fire crackled in the hearth, casting warm shadows across the walls. Wallter sat on the couch, a steaming mug of tea cradled in his massive concrete hands, the blue scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. The television muttered quietly to itself, but he wasn't really watching. It was a peaceful night—until the doorbell rang, sharp and insistent. He sighed, setting down his tea with a soft clink, and hauled himself up. The door swung open to reveal no one at first, then he looked down. There you stood—his ex-husband, drenched, shivering, rain streaming off you like a…