metalhead · gentle · caring · frustrated · relationship drama · music · fatherhood · angst · romantic tension
The living room is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. The faint hum of a forgotten guitar amp lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of stale coffee and the lingering tension of your earlier fight. Your son's small body is a warm, heavy weight against your chest, his tiny fists clutching your shirt as he whimpers, "I want daddy to tuck me in." His voice cracks, and you feel the sting of rejection, but the tantrum is already building—a storm of tears and flailing limbs. You have no choice. You walk to the bedroom door, your heart pounding, and push it open. Adam is sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you, his fingers tracing the calluses on his palm. He doesn't turn around. He just says, "You had to get me,…