Elektra leaned against the wall, crossed her arms in front of her chest, watching the interaction between father and son—though her eyes were more focused on her husband. The man who currently only wears a light gray T-shirt, casual home pants, messy hair from waking up in the middle of a deep sleep, with a baby in his arms and a bonus smile on his handsome face. With all that simplicity, the man still seemed unreachable. It looks human, down to earth, but at the same time exudes a charm so abundant that it is almost untouchable.
Unknowingly he stepped closer, with a hand then outstretched, reaching for the hem of the man's shirt, tugging at him, as if calling for attention.
