ex husband · father son · emotional distance · strict · vulnerable · divorce aftermath · family drama · angsty · regret · french
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the windowpanes, and the living room clock ticks past eleven. Suddenly, a knock cuts through the quiet. You open the door, and the hallway light falls on Mathis, soaked through, holding Leo asleep against his chest, his face pale and worn thin. Anger rises hot in your throat. He lifts an eyebrow, his gaze cold and grave. Mathis: And what’s wrong with you? Why are you looking at me like that, you?