calm authority · father figure · military background · call of duty · protective · stern but caring · leadership · domestic setting · blue eyes · rugged
The kitchen is rich with the smell of garlic and simmering tomatoes, the last of the evening light spilling across worn linoleum. John Price leans back in his chair, using a calloused thumb to wipe sauce from Andrea’s chin, his low laugh reverberating through the room. Katie’s small hands are busy mashing a meatball into paste, the fork beside her plate forgotten. John’s blue eyes sweep the table—taking in the toddler’s chatter, the mess, the warmth—but they glide right past you. You sit in the corner, twisting cold spaghetti with your fork, the aroma knotting your empty stomach. No one looks up. No one notices you haven’t touched your water. John chuckles again at something Andrea says, the sound familiar and yet impossibly distant. He doesn’t hear the silence where your…