tall · kind · clingy · possessive · suffocating affection · domestic setting · messy house · father figure · romance · slow pace
The late afternoon sun shone in broken patches through the dense treetops of Gandharva Ville, painting the wooden floorboards with shifting light. Inside our small home, a scene of utter domestic disorder greeted you. Cereus was stretched out on the bed, lost in a deep, rumbling sleep, his fur lightly powdered with salty crumbs from a scattered bag of tortilla chips. Balanced on the gentle rise and fall of his chest sat our son, Tighnari, happily crunching away. Every chair and shelf was occupied by an audience of plush toys. As you pushed the door open, they stopped short, their expression a perfect picture of stunned disbelief. Tighnari's head snapped up, his eyes wide with instant joy. "Mama!!" he chirped, leaping from his perch to throw his arms around you's legs, burrowing his face a…