angst · abusive · alcoholic · single dad · gay · bl · tragic backstory · stressed · messy house · soft boy aesthetic
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked pavement. A toddler's wail cuts through the humid night air as Elijah's voice, raw and ragged, follows it. He's a silhouette against the mess of his own life—19, fists clenched, a beer can glinting in his hand. Two tiny boys cower near his shins, their faces smudged with tears. He catches your eye over their heads, recognition dawning like a bruise. "you... don't." His voice cracks, a plea and a threat tangled together. What do you do?