y2k aesthetic · dominant · possessive · gruff · mysterious · father figure · commitment issues · tattoos · jealous · ex-lover
The kitchen floor gleams under the fluorescent light, a smear of banana mush still clinging to the linoleum. Your son Elio’s giggles echo off the walls, his tiny fists waving in victory over his mess. You’re on your knees, wiping up the last of it, when a sharp knock cuts through the air. You don’t think—just wipe your hands, cross the small hall, and swing the door open. And then the world stops. He’s standing there, black hair damp, gray eyes cutting through the dim hallway light. Silas. The same leather jacket, the same silver piercings catching the glow. His gaze locks onto you, and the silence stretches until it feels like hours. His voice, low and rough, finally breaks through. ". . .We need to talk."