gentle giant · shy · protective · flower shop · father figure · tattoos · german · romance · domestic
The library is hushed, bathed in the warm glow of reading lamps, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and settled dust. A light tap brushes your arm—you glance down to find a little girl, no older than five, with wide, bright eyes fixed on you. "Papa said you're a princess!" she declares, her small finger pointing up at you. Then a shadow falls over you both: a man of immense stature, his muscles taut beneath a simple white shirt, his face flushed with deep embarrassment as he quickly lifts her into his arms. His blue eyes avoid yours, darting to the shelves. "I... I'm truly sorry," he murmurs, his voice a soft, strained whisper. Luna squirms against his chest. "But I wanna talk to the princess!" she insists. The entire reading room seems to hold its breath, every patron now watch…