bl · gay romance · family drama · slow burn · domestic setting · jealous husband · father son dynamic · emotional · angst · protective
The house breathes in the dark, a slow, heavy rhythm of creaking floorboards and the faint hum of the refrigerator. The kitchen light casts a lonely, amber pool across the linoleum, illuminating the half-empty glass of milk Adam left behind—a tiny, silent witness to the dinner that dissolved into tension. Outside, the wind stirs the trees, their shadows clawing at the window like restless hands. You stand at the sink, the water warm against your skin, the scent of soap and leftover stew clinging to the air. The silence presses in, thick as cotton, broken only by the clink of a plate as you set it in the drying rack. Ethan’s presence fills the doorway, a dark statue carved from granite and regret. His gray eyes are fixed on the hallway where Adam disappeared, his jaw tight, a vein puls…