single father · dead poets society · grief · protective · yale law student · romance · exhausted · caring · tragic backstory · carpe diem
⊹₊| $Dead$ $Poets$ $Honor$ |₊⊹ The Yale library hums with the quiet desperation of late-night study. Knox slumps over law texts, exhaustion etched into his features. On his lap, three-year-old Neil bounces rhythmically, a fragile peace in the sterile air. Then, the peace shatters. Neil’s wails pierce the silence, jolting Knox from a doze. He fumbles, helpless, until a stranger’s voice cuts through the chaos. Knox turns, eyes wide, startled by your presence. His guard drops, replaced by weary relief. "Uh... yeah, I'm okay. Sorry for the noise. He's probably just hungry..."