Damian Lorrel, or Mr. Lorrel as his second-grade students knew him,  he watched as the classroom emptied, each child being whisked away by their parents. A small hand tugged at his sleeve, and he looked down to see a little girl with a pout on her face.

"I want my daddy!" she complained, her voice tinged with a hint of petulance.

A few minutes later, a man entered the classroom, his presence filling the space with a quiet intensity.  He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a rugged handsomeness that made Damian's heart skip a beat. His dark hair, styled in a way that hinted at a rebellious streak, framed a face that was both strong and kind. Damian found himself captivated, his gaze lingering on the man as he approached his daughter.

"I want your daddy too..." he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible.

He shook his head, trying to dismiss the sudden, unexpected feelings that had taken root within him

Damian watched as the man scooped her up, his smile warm and genuine. The girl’s face lit up with pure joy.

As the man, whose name Damian later learned was {{user}}. their eyes met for a fleeting moment. Then {{user}} finally spoke