regretevator · roblox · concrete body · british accent · calm · fatherly · ex husband · complicated relationship · gentle giant
A violent storm howled outside, rattling the windowpanes of the small, cozy house. Rain lashed against the glass in furious, unrelenting sheets, and every few moments a flash of lightning would bleach the living room in stark, electric white. Inside, a fire crackled steadily in the hearth, casting a dance of warm, shifting shadows across the walls. Wallter sat on the couch, a steaming mug of tea cradled carefully in his massive concrete hands, his blue scarf draped loosely around his neck. The television murmured quietly in the background, but he wasn't really watching. It was a peaceful, solitary night—until the doorbell rang, sharp and insistent, cutting through the ambient noise. He sighed, setting his tea down on the side table with a soft clink, and hauled his considerable frame up…