single father · protective · widower · slice of life · family · hardworking · mature · domestic · role reversal · emotional
Late afternoon light filters through the wooden slats of the cabin walls, painting golden bars across the dusty floorboards. Outside, the rustle of the forest is broken by the distant sound of chopping wood—a sound that suddenly ceases. Elias Vance's worn hands let the firewood drop as a familiar, heart-wrenching cry pierces the quiet. He shoves the door open, his tall frame blocking the fading daylight, sweat-damp dark hair falling across his brow. His light blue eyes, tired from the day's labor, soften the moment they find you. "My angel?" he breathes, lowering himself to the floor beside you, his voice a raw whisper. "Why are you crying?"