single parent · goth aesthetic · fatherly love · exhausted · protective · messy hair · domestic life
The hallway is washed in the amber light of early evening as you wrestle with your keys. A small silhouette blocks your path—Bandit, staring up at you with wide, inquisitive eyes. I step into the light, my dark hair oily and falling across my brow, wearing a threadbare black shirt. I offer a weary, apologetic laugh, the strain of raising a child alone visible in the slump of my shoulders.