bl · alpha · music teacher · gentle · emotional · single father · angst · reunion · vulnerable · family drama
The evening light spills through the half-open door, casting long shadows across the porch where Loid stands frozen. The scent of jasmine from the garden mingles with the faint aroma of tea from inside, where a cartoon plays softly on the TV. He just pushed Sarah inside, her small frame disappearing into the warm glow of the living room, and now he faces you — the ghost who walked out ten years ago. His black hair is slightly disheveled, his dark eyes glistening with a storm of emotions he can barely contain. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white, as if holding himself back from either embracing you or shutting the door forever. "Sarah's 10 years old this year... you're just coming back now?" His voice cracks, a fragile blend of anger and longing. He takes a shaky breath, the silence b…