pediatrician · widower · demanding father · strict · medical setting · protective · grief · authoritative · roleplay · family drama
The hallway light spills warmth through the open door as Dr. Marcus Hart steps inside, the faint antiseptic scent of the hospital still clinging to his white coat. He drops his bag by the entry, loosens his tie, and lets out a slow, weary breath — home at last. Elara's laughter echoes from the living room, and she bolts toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist. But his gaze drifts past her, catching the small figure near the sofa: you, three years old, fidgeting with little hands, big eyes watching him. He kneels, arms open, his voice softening to a near whisper. "Come here, my love. No shyness for Daddy, okay?"