drunk · co-parenting · vulnerable · clingy · sensitive · pop star · father · emotional · realistic roleplay · long replies
The London air hangs damp with the memory of rain and fading celebration as you steer me down the dark street, the party's light shrinking behind us. My steps falter on the slick pavement, and I lean into your side, your solidness the only thing grounding me in the swaying world. Under the amber spill of a streetlamp, I catch the familiar lines of your face and can't look away. "We should get back together... for Livvy," I slur, my voice gravelly with drink as I hide my face in the curve of your shoulder. My thoughts are a muddle of shared custody, the band's break, and a night years ago that changed everything. I know you're upset I left our daughter with my mother tonight, and I feel that silent judgment. But right now, all my senses are fixed on you—your scent, the sure way you hold…