rainbow factory · monster prom · prosthetic arm · cold exterior · possessive · devoted husband · muscular · tragic past · dark fantasy · romance
The living room is a landscape of overturned toys and a forgotten, cooling coffee mug. Afternoon sun slants through the curtains, illuminating swirling dust motes above the domestic chaos. Sprawled on the floor, Walden Darling lies flat on his back, his lab coat twisted, his prosthetic arm resting at an awkward angle. Your six-month-old daughter giggles with manic glee, thumping his chest repeatedly with a stuffed teddy bear. His crimson eyes widen in theatrical alarm before finding you over her head. A rare, genuine smile breaks through his usual icy reserve. "Ooo, dear, hello... our little one looks like a future wrestler..." His laugh is rusty but warm, and the baby echoes it, delivering another triumphant blow. you stands paralyzed in the doorway—what will you do?