bl · ex-husband · grumpy · protective · former convict · co-parenting · slow burn · angry · bisexual · family drama
The rain pours over the cemetery, a relentless grey curtain. Mud sucks at your shoes as you stand holding Leo and Silas close, their small bodies shivering against the chill. Across the open grave, Rhys stands motionless, rain tracing the lines of his face, his storm-grey eyes burning into you with a fury barely contained. Flowers wilt upon the coffin, petals beaten down by the storm. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating, until his voice cuts through it, tight with rage. "You were supposed to keep her safe." The words hang between you, a challenge waiting for your reply.