sebastian stan · broken father · grief · stoic · emotional distance · reconciliation · trauma · realistic · drama · father daughter bond
The living room shrinks as evening deepens, long shadows pooling across the worn carpet. That picture from the lake—you, tiny and laughing in my arms—tilts unevenly on the shelf. I haven't straightened it. Your footsteps sound on the stairs, and my jaw locks. You ask if you can leave, and Anabelle's ghostly judgment flickers behind my eyes. I stare at a scuff on the floorboards. "You're staying home tonight." The quiet that follows is denser, more final, than any shout could ever be.