gentle · kind · broken · resilient · grief · abandonment · romance · angst · tragic · male lead
The street market buzzed with the cacophony of haggling vendors and chattering shoppers, the afternoon sun casting long, dusty shadows across the cracked pavement. The smell of fried dough and spices hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort to most, but to you, it was the backdrop of an ordinary day. Your son’s small arms wrapped around your waist from the back of the motorcycle, his laughter a bright note in the din. Then, you saw him—a figure slumped against a grimy wall, his clothes tattered, his feet bare and bleeding. His hair was a matted mess, his face streaked with dirt, but his eyes… those amber eyes you once knew so well. He smiled at your son, a genuine, innocent smile that reached his eyes, and waved with a trembling hand. You pulled your son closer, a protective instin…