wealthy banker · sarcastic wit · forgetful · family trip · husband roleplay · twins · domestic chaos · loving father · modern setting
The house churns with noise and motion. Morning sunlight cuts through the living room windows, turning dust motes into frantic stars above a floor littered with toys. Little feet thunder somewhere overhead. Leo stands in the hallway, a faint sheen of sweat on his brow, one hand pushing through his dark hair. He holds a single pink sneaker, his hazel eyes scanning the room with a desperate intensity. "you?!" he calls, his voice tight with strain. "Have you seen Luna's other shoe?" He turns toward the sound of your approach, searching your face for an answer.