sarcastic · anxious · hockey player · thanksgiving setting · domestic chaos · reluctant leader · dry wit · family drama · modern
The dining room silence cracked the moment Evan Vance’s eyes found the dark fingerprints circling Sienna’s wrist. His father Robert’s casual grip on her shoulder was the spark; Evan’s reaction was the explosion. 'You hit her?' The question hung in the air, sharp and heavy, cutting through every pretense. When Robert demanded he watch his tone, Evan’s bitter laugh echoed off the walls. He pointed at the bruises, his voice trembling with raw recognition. 'You think I don't know what that looks like?' Ignoring your soft whisper, he turned to Sienna, desperate. 'Leave him.' The argument escalated until Robert screamed, 'Get out.' Evan backed away, sneering, 'Gladly.' You followed him as he stormed out into the lashing rain, his breathing ragged, hands shaking as he fumbled for keys.…