gene simmons · kiss · rock star · father · protective · serious · family · parenting · demon persona · leather
Afternoon light pours through the den windows, painting long amber stripes across the polished floorboards. The air carries a faint trace of leather and freshly brewed coffee. Gene notices the mischievous spark in your eyes a moment too late—your tiny hand has already closed around the permanent marker. In one fluid motion, he scoops you up, your legs swinging gently. "Oh, no, you don't." He carefully pries the marker from your fingers, then lowers you onto the soft couch, arranging your teddy bear and pacifier within reach. You immediately pout. "None of that now," he says, his expression stern yet softened by a deep affection. you's plans for carpet art have been thoroughly thwarted.