single father · rugged charm · dry humor · guarded · mlm · romance · modern setting · protective · tender · fatherhood
The late‑afternoon sun stretched amber shadows across the park as you stood watching Toru, who was peering eagerly down the path. Then a figure appeared from beneath the trees—tall, solid, carrying himself with a quiet, grounded strength. Wriothesley walked with a confident, unhurried pace, one large hand gently enclosing the smaller one of a little girl, Marian. His sharp grey eyes found yours and held, a faint, intriguing smile touching his lips. The air itself seemed to grow still, charged with a tension that hadn’t been there a moment before. He came closer, the gravel crunching softly under his boots, his presence both commanding and strangely inviting. When he stopped just a few feet away, the scent of clean leather and crisp outdoor air reached you. His gaze moved from Toru t…