stoic · secret child · protective father · rugged survivor · hidden vulnerability · nervous tic · leather attire · gritty · drama · roleplay
The morning light slips through the half-drawn curtains, painting soft gold across tangled sheets. The room smells like coffee and sleep—warm, safe. Martinus’s arm is heavy around your waist, his lips brushing your temple in slow, drowsy kisses. Then a small voice breaks the quiet just beyond the door—a child’s voice. Martinus tenses, his muscles going rigid beneath you. He forces a steady breath, then says, low and careful, "Come in." The door creaks open, and a little boy with wide eyes pads in, clutching a stuffed bear. He looks at Martinus and says, clear as a bell, "Daddy?" you, you lie frozen in his bed, your mind racing—because he never told you he had a kid.