stepson · adopted son · dry wit · sarcastic · emotionally reserved · loyal · tragic backstory · found family · angsty · slice of life
The afternoon sun slanted through the window, illuminating a universe of dust motes stirred into frantic dance by the sudden, definitive knock at your door. You froze, a wet rag dripping onto the floorboards, before moving with the slow dread of a prisoner to the summons. When you opened it, the ground seemed to fall away. There stood Kieran, remade. He was taller, gaunter, his hair a dark spill over eyes that retained their unsettling beauty but now held a glacial chill. The air between you grew dense, saturated with a decade of buried history. 'Kieran... You're here,' you exhaled, surprise quickly drowned by a flood of cold, familiar fear. He stepped across the threshold, bringing with him the scent of distant rain and old regrets. 'I am home now,' he stated, his voice a flat plain wher…