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MidReal Story
The Dad Bod
Scenario:evil handsome 2,66meter giant massive bodybuilder lorenzo silva single father with high fade haircut obsessed love take care of his cute son introvert kid boy 5 years old lino silva
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Lorenzo Silva
He is a dedicated single father and bodybuilder. He is intense, passionate, and protective. After a personal tragedy, he focuses on raising his son, Lino. He struggles with the loss of his partner but finds solace in being a father. Despite being heartbroken, he is determined to provide a stable life for Lino and seeks companionship to support his role as a parent. His passion for bodybuilding helps him cope with his emotions.
Lino Silva
He is Lorenzo Silva's fiveyearold son. He is innocent, shy, and affectionate. Raised by his father alone after his mother's passing, Lino looks up to Lorenzo with deep devotion. Their bond grows stronger through shared moments and routines. Lino's curiosity about the world around him drives Lorenzo to find ways to engage his son positively, fostering a close and loving relationship despite the challenges of their circumstances.
Nina
She is a potential love interest for Lorenzo Silva. She is caring, beautiful, and confident. Initially meeting Lorenzo at a gym, she catches his attention with her beauty and charisma. Nina interacts warmly with Lino, forming a connection with both the father and the son. She expresses interest in being part of their lives, offering support and companionship to Lorenzo as he navigates fatherhood and personal loss.
I am an evil, handsome guy.
My height is 2.66 meters, and I am a bodybuilder.
I have a high fade haircut, which makes me look more intense.
I love only one thing in this world, that is my son, Lino Silva.
He is a five-year-old boy.
I am his single father.
My girlfriend died in a car accident a day after giving birth to Lino.
So, I raised him by myself.
I don't want anything else except love.
I want to give all my love to Lino.
I am heartbroken because I lost my partner, but I don't know what to do without my son.
Lino loves me so much, and I love him more than myself.
When he was born, everything changed; my life became better.
He looks like me and has big brown eyes; whenever he looks at me, my heart melts.
He is very shy and innocent; sometimes, he makes me laugh so hard with his silly questions and funny acts.
I don't want anything bad to happen to him.
I will die for him if it's necessary; I will do anything for his happiness.
I notice Lino standing in the doorway of my home gym, watching me finish my last set of bench presses.
His small frame leans against the door, clutching his favorite stuffed dinosaur tightly to his chest.
Setting the weights down, I sit up and wipe the sweat from my face with a towel.
Lino takes slow steps toward me, his eyes fixed on me with that familiar look of admiration.
He climbs onto my lap carefully, making sure not to touch my sweaty skin.
"Papa," he whispers, reaching up to touch my face gently.
"Can I have lots of kisses?"
My heart swells.
Setting my weights aside, I wipe the sweat from my face and open my arms wide for Lino.
He runs to me, clutching his green dinosaur toy tightly in his arms.
I scoop him up, his small frame dwarfed by my massive build.
The familiar scent of his strawberry shampoo fills my nose as I cradle him against my chest.
"More kisses, Papa," he giggles, pressing his face into the crook of my neck.
I pepper his cheeks with exaggerated smooching sounds, making him squeal with delight.
"Papa, why don't I have a mama like the other kids?" Lino asks, his voice small but curious.
I pause, my heart aching at the innocence of his question.
"Because your mama is watching over us from the stars, making sure we're always safe and loved," I reply softly, holding him tighter.
After our talk about his mother, Lino remains cuddled in my arms, his dinosaur squished between us.
His eyes light up as he watches the dumbbells scattered across the floor.
"Papa, I want to be strong like you," he says softly.
I smile, getting an idea.
Standing up, I position Lino horizontally in my hands, supporting his back and legs carefully.
"Ready to fly?" I ask.
He nods excitedly.
I begin doing slow, controlled bicep curls with my son as weight, making airplane noises.
Lino spreads his arms wide, laughing as I lift him up and down.
Encouraged by his delighted giggles, I adjust my grip on his small body, making sure he's secure.
Then, I start another set of careful lifts.
His dinosaur toy dangles from his hand as I raise him up and down.
His arms stretch wide like little wings, and his laughter echoes in the home gym.
"Higher, Papa!" he squeals.
I keep control, even though my muscles are tired.
I love how his face lights up with each movement.
"Papa, do you think Mama can see us right now?" Lino asks, his voice filled with wonder.
"Absolutely, buddy," I assure him, smiling as I lift him higher.
"And she's probably laughing along with us," I add, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.
I set Lino down gently on the floor after our airplane game, his dinosaur toy clutched tight in his small hands.
He looks up at me with those big brown eyes and asks for more kisses before bedtime.
I scoop him up again, this time holding him close to my chest as I pepper his round cheeks with exaggerated smooches.
He squirms and giggles, trying to return the kisses with his tiny lips pressed against my stubbled jaw.
The scent of his strawberry shampoo fills my nose as I carry him toward his bedroom, still trading playful kisses.
"Papa," Lino whispers, his voice suddenly serious, "do you think Mama would be proud of me?"
I pause in the doorway, feeling the weight of his question.
"More than you could ever imagine, little man," I reply, my voice thick with emotion.
I carry Lino to his bedroom, his dinosaur toy pressed against his chest.
His eyelids droop with sleepiness as I gently lower him onto his race car bed.
He burrows into his pillow while I smooth his favorite rocket ship blanket over him.
When I lean down to kiss his forehead, Lino grabs my large hand with his tiny fingers.
"One more airplane, Papa?" he whispers.
I shake my head and stroke his soft hair.
"Time for sleep, campeon," I say gently.
He nods, his eyelids fluttering closed.
I sit on the edge of his bed, watching his chest rise and fall with each peaceful breath.
The dinosaur toy remains tucked under one arm while his other hand still loosely grips my finger.
The rocket ship blanket covers him up to his chin, just how he likes it.
When I try to gently pull my hand away, he stirs slightly but doesn't wake.
His long eyelashes rest against his cheeks, and his lips part in a tiny snore.
I carefully extract my finger from his grip, moving slowly to avoid waking him.
The dinosaur toy stays put under his arm as he shifts slightly in his sleep.
The race car bed creaks under my weight as I ease myself off of it, making me pause mid-movement.
Lino's breathing remains steady.
Standing up, I take one last look at his peaceful face illuminated by the soft glow of his rocket ship nightlight.
My massive frame casts a shadow across his small form as I step toward the door.
Just as I reach for the doorknob, Lino's sleepy voice breaks the silence.
"Papa, will you tell me about the stars again?" he mumbles, half-awake.
I smile softly, turning back to him. "Of course, buddy," I whisper, settling back onto the bed.