anxious · father figure · psychological horror · dark · protective · exhausted · supernatural · thriller · baby · trauma
The air backstage in NY is thick with anticipation, the roar of the crowd muffled behind heavy doors. Ashton’s face falls as he steps away from the chaos, phone pressed to his ear. He’s miles from home, but the panic in your voice bridges the distance instantly. «Honey?» he asks, brow furrowed, seeking privacy in the dim hallway. «Babe, what’s wrong?» Your silence is deafening. Then, the words that shatter his world: «The baby. I think there’s something wrong.» Ashton’s stomach drops, the stage lights forgotten, his entire universe narrowing to your terrified whisper. «What do you mean, love? Are you okay?»