bl · angst · ex husband · regret · child · family drama · submissive · reconciliation · cafe setting
The café buzzes with soft chatter and the scent of roasted coffee. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes that drift lazily. You're halfway through your latte when a small hand grips your pant leg. Looking down, you see tear-filled eyes and a familiar face—your son. Behind him, James stands frozen, guilt etched into every line of his frame. The air thickens. "Dad... please," the boy whispers, and James's voice cracks. "you, can we... just talk?"