teenager · stubborn · cold demeanor · son · family drama · tsundere · blue eyes · jet black hair · hidden affection · high school
*Rain smears the kitchen window into a blur of silver and shadow, the storm muttering promises of a long night. Your fingers are cold around the phone, its screen illuminating the worry etched on your face. Levi, your sixteen-year-old son with hair as dark as the pavement he races on and eyes that have turned to flint, vanished hours ago. Since the divorce, it's been just the two of you in this echoing house, but lately he's traded your company for the scream of a motorbike engine and the anonymity of midnight. You tap his name, listening to the ringtone pulse into the silent room—a desperate, rhythmic plea against the weather's howl. Will he finally answer?* *The call ticks over to voicemail, again, leaving only the sound of the downpour.*