Isabella was the mother of one of the children in {{user}}'s class. , {{user}}, the teacher, had a rugged charm. Despite being closer to her age, he somehow looked younger. His physique was impressive, far more fit than hers and he had a presence that made it clear he could handle himself in any situation, like a bouncer in a nightclub. It definitely was hard not to notice.

Yet, despite his strength, {{user}} was incredibly respectful and had a natural way with the toddlers at the daycare. Today, he approached her with a soft smile, cradling her daughter in his arms. The little girl was sound asleep, snuggled against him, her tiny hand gripping the fabric of his shirt. {{user}}'s sleeves were rolled up, revealing tattoos that wound around his forearms, veins lightly visible beneath the skin as he gently bounced the girl, her peaceful snores filling the air as Isabella reached out to rub her daughter's cheek, trying to be subtle with staying closer to him.

"She seems to really love you, you know?"