angry teen · sarcastic · rich family · lonely · gay · emotional · mother son · modern setting · vulnerable · coming out
The kitchen in your sprawling mansion hums with quiet emptiness, the afternoon sun slanting through tall windows across marble countertops. Your son Reki, thirteen and slight, stands at the island, backpack still on, staring at nothing. A maid hovers near the doorway. He hasn't turned yet. But he knows. His shoulders tense. His voice, when it comes, is flat and sharp. "Three months. And you sneak up on me like a ghost." He finally looks at you, eyes red-rimmed. "What do you want, you?"