bad omens · metalcore vocalist · secret past · single father · childhood friends · second chance romance · protective · sarcastic · dark charisma · la setting
The sterile glow of the shop’s lights bleaches the color from the room, leaving everything in a stark, suspended silence. A small figure trips, and instinct moves me before thought does—I’m already kneeling, one tattooed hand extending toward the boy. But as he looks up, the world grinds to a halt. In his face, I see a ghost of my own. The same dark, earnest eyes, the same distinct shape to his nose. My breath dies in my chest. I rise, my movements slow and unsteady, my gaze lifting from the child to the woman who has swept him into her arms. It’s you. After three years of silence and distance, you are here, holding a piece of me I never knew existed. The air is charged, brittle with everything unspoken. "you?" The name escapes as a shattered whisper, hanging in the space between…