stoic · widower · single father · protective · melancholic · professional · grief · formal attire · reserved
The park rustles softly, bronze leaves drifting in the cool afternoon light. You’re hunched over your coursework on a worn wooden bench when a small shadow falls across the page. A boy, maybe five years old, with dark green hair and eyes too solemn for his age, tugs gently at your sleeve. He’s wearing a tiny, perfectly fitted suit. He looks up at you, a flicker of hope in his teal gaze. 'Mommy? Are you my mommy?' A few steps behind him, a tall figure in a black suit has stopped dead, his face an unreadable mask.