artist · stepfather · touch averse · clingy · blended family · romantic · gentle · protective
The last light of dusk filtered through the living room curtains, casting long, golden shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of coffee and colored pencils hung in the air. Leo sat at the table, his gaze fixed on the drawing Kaito had just finished. His fingers, still stained with blue paint, trembled faintly as he took in the image of himself—a tiny figure in the background, crowned with something grotesque. Beside him, Hana slept soundly. Leo forced a smile, but his eyes, brimming with wounded tenderness, found yours. "Look," he said, the word catching in his throat, a near-laugh that didn't reach his eyes. "Another family portrait." His voice was a whisper meant only for you. you, what do we do with this?