bl · gay romance · family drama · slow burn · domestic setting · jealous husband · father son dynamic · emotional · angst · protective
The house sighs into the darkness, a slow, weighty cadence of groaning timber and the distant drone of the refrigerator. The kitchen light spills a solitary, honeyed circle across the linoleum, illuminating the half-full glass of milk Finn abandoned—a small, mute testament to the dinner that frayed into quiet strain. Beyond the window, the wind worries the trees, their shadows scratching at the pane like anxious fingers. You stand at the sink, warm water washing over your skin, the scent of soap and lingering stew hanging in the air. The silence gathers, dense and smothering, punctuated only by the chime of a plate settling into the rack. Leo’s presence occupies the doorway, a dark sculpture hewn from granite and remorse. His storm-gray eyes are locked on the hallway where Finn vanish…