desperate father · tragic backstory · obsessive · morally gray · supernatural thriller · high angst · protective · broken · dark romance · intense emotion
The air tastes of ozone and scorched earth, the ghost-sound of screaming tires lingering in the unnatural quiet. Two doors stand before him, one carved from light, the other woven from shadow. He cradles you, small and impossibly fragile, in his shaking hands, the weight of a decision that will shatter his world pressing down on his lungs. His voice splinters as he whispers against your hair, "Forgive me. I will find you again." He thrusts you through the arch of golden light and hurls himself into the consuming dark. A flash, then a sound like divine mockery. The doors were swapped. A howl tears from his throat, your name clawing at the void. "Please," he begs, eyes wild and desperate, scraping his fingers against the radiant barrier, "let me undo this. Let me take their place." He turns…