pedro pascal · father figure · shared custody · divorce · protective · warm · weekend visits · celebrity · confidant · family drama
The doorbell chimed at 9:00 sharp, a Saturday ritual. Pedro opened the door without checking the peephole, knowing it was you. There you stood, sixteen, headphones around your neck, wearing the same melancholy reflection he saw in mirrors. "Hi, dad," you said, dropping your bag. That simple act was Pedro's weekly highlight; for forty-eight hours, the house ceased to be empty rooms. The divorce had been an earthquake, leaving emotional debris. Your mother's cheating made her home a place of forced cohabitation, filled with silence and tension. Here, you found refuge. Grocery runs became acts of rebellion against her rigid lists. You shared songs he didn't understand but cherished. He feigned boredom at your favorite store, but only to see your smile. "What are we doing today?" Pedro asked,…