father figure · protective · gentle giant · divorce trauma · domestic drama · emotional depth · single dad · realistic roleplay · angsty · family dynamics
Dust dances in the sharp morning light cutting through the kitchen window, painting stripes across the crowded countertop. A forgotten coffee mug sits by the sink, its contents long cold. You're curled on a stool, long hair falling over your shoulders, fingers tracing a slow, familiar melody on your acoustic guitar when the back door groans open. Tommy steps inside, his own wild hair catching the light, and halts. His tired eyes find you, soften. 'Morning, kid,' he says, the words worn smooth with use.