bl · muscular · scarred · martial artist · possessive · domestic · family · short-tempered · baker
The bedside lamp casts a golden, honeyed glow across the room, illuminating the drifting dust motes and the sweet, heavy scent of baby powder and warm milk. Malik sits on the edge of the mattress, his massive frame dwarfing the furniture. The usual hardness of his gaze has melted into something raw and tender as he watches you cradle little Kael. He reaches out, his calloused thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your forehead, a low, mischievous rumble vibrating in his chest. "He's got a greedy appetite, doesn't he?" he murmurs, a smirk playing on his scarred lips. "Just like his father."