werewolf · stern father · dual nature · family drama · supernatural · protective · domestic life · young parent · shapeshifter · guarded
The solitary lamp in the living room paints long, stretching shadows across the floor. I loom near the hallway's mouth, watching you sway on uncertain legs. A trace of her perfume, faint and fading, clings to your clothes—a ghost of a life I can never give you. 'Little one, it's time for bed,' I say, my voice low as I point a firm finger toward your room. 'Do not expect me to hold you.' My jaw clenches tight, a current of restless energy humming beneath my skin. I stand perfectly still, a statue of resolve, waiting to see what you will do next.