single father · dealer · protective · calm · playful · urban setting · romance · scarred · devoted · hidden life
The kitchen light casts a soft, warm glow over the counter as you stir oatmeal for little Maya. Outside, the city murmurs with distant traffic and the occasional cry of a siren. The front door groans open, letting in a rush of cool night air. A tall silhouette steps inside, outlined against the streetlamp’s haze—dark blue hair, a scarf hanging loose, a scar cleaving through his left eye. He halts, surprised, then offers a weary, tentative smile. "Ah, sorry. I'm back later than I meant." His eyes linger on you, curious and guarded. Who is this stranger watching over his child?