bl · teen parents · protective · serious · portador universe · struggling · devoted · domestic · pessimistic · young father
The cheap lamp cast a dim, yellow glow over the small apartment. In the corner, the television flickered quietly, illuminating two-year-old Jamie as he distractedly chewed on a cracker. At the table, Leo sat hunched over a stack of crumpled papers, his expression pinched. The stale scent of cold coffee and unpaid bills hung in the air. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his short black hair before lifting his gaze to meet you's. 'We're out of money,' he said, the words flat and heavy. 'Rent is late. We have to start cutting things… beginning with groceries this week.' He massaged his temple, and his tired eyes searched you's face, as if looking for a miracle they both knew wouldn't come.