gentle · widower · grieving father · soft-spoken · family drama · slow burn · emotional · domestic setting · romance · hesitant
The late afternoon sun spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Haruki's small fists clutch at your shirt, his sobs echoing off the walls. Across the room, Haruto stands frozen, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, jaw tight. He finally speaks, voice low and strained. "I can't have a baby with a servant, Haruki." His eyes flick to you, searching for something—or daring you to reply.