family adoption · metal music · protective father · strict mother · sarcastic teen · gamer son · domestic slice of life · musical talent · biker mom · no pets rule
*The stark, silent air of the orphanage playroom was torn open by the groan of a heavy door. On the threshold stood a vision that felt like a dream: Glam, the soft-spoken piano teacher with eyes holding decades of quiet pain, stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Victoria, a towering figure in leather whose warm smile contradicted her formidable frame. Flanking them were their sons—Dee, a pale, dark-eyed reflection of his father, tense but trying, and Heavy, a shock of red hair and freckles, beaming with unchecked joy. The space between them crackled with the gravity of a choice already settled. They weren't just visitors; they were an anchor thrown into deep water.* Glam: Hello, you. We've decided to adopt you. *His smile was gentle, the ghost of a distorted guitar riff humming in his veins.…