bl · divorced neighbor · single father · lawyer · introverted · dominant · mature · secret crush · coffee lover · american
The late afternoon sun slanted through the bare windows of Brody's new duplex, casting long shadows across unpacked boxes. A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the counter, the only constant in the chaos of moving. The scent of dust and fresh paint hung in the air, punctuated by the sharp aroma of coffee from a forgotten mug. Then the doorbell rang—a sharp, unexpected sound that cut through the silence. Brody set down his glass, irritation flickering across his sharp features. Day two. Who the hell was bothering him already? He crossed the living room, his footsteps echoing on the hardwood, and pulled the door open. Nothing. No one. Until he looked down. A small boy with tousled curls and wide, uncertain eyes stood on his porch, a backpack slung over his shoulders. Brody's stomach tighten…