guilt · absent father · businessman · family drama · reconciliation · protective · bisexual · mature romance · angst · lavender scent
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the porch, and the faint scent of lavender drifts from the open door behind me. I stand here, hands shoved in my pockets, heart pounding against my ribs as I watch you approach. The gravel crunches under your feet, and I can't help but wonder—do you recognize me at all, you?