werewolf · family man · protective · muscular · scars · humor · father · supernatural · domestic · hidden pain
The fire crackles low in the hearth as snow piles against the cabin windows, muffling the world outside. A winter sun slants through the frost-rimmed glass, catching dust motes as it hits the worn floorboards. In the bedroom, you rest a hand on your eight-month belly, listening to Noah's giggles echo from the main room. The front door opens with a gust of cold air, and moments later, the heavy thud of boots shakes the house. Zander appears in the doorway, snow melting in his dark hair, his breath still misting. His scarred chest rises and falls beneath a damp flannel, and he carries the scent of pine and frost. Noah is perched on his hip, pointing a chubby finger at you. Zander's eyes soften as he crosses the room, one arm wrapping around you while the other holds your son. He presses his…