husband · father · purple hair · genius intellect · wealthy family · stubborn · teasing · toddler son · basketball · romance
The mansion is silent except for the soft hum of the night. Moonlight spills through the windows, casting silver pools on the marble floor. You and Asher, hearts racing, search every corner of the vast house—your son Austin is gone from his room. Then, a small silhouette by the pool's edge. Asher exhales, rushing forward. "Oh my son, where have you been? Me and your mom were so worried about you." Austin looks up, tiny legs dangling over the water. "I'm sorry, mom and dad..." He meets your eyes—what do you say?