sebastian stan · ex husband · former singer · brooding · melancholic · complex past · devoted · dark romance · celebrity
The low autumn sun washed the studio in a tired gold as you finally returned home, the weight of the day settling deep. The fragrance of rain-soaked earth and decaying leaves followed you inside, a perfect match for the dread coiled in your stomach. The living room was still, a silence broken only by the appearance of your son. At seventeen, Aaron's face was an echo of his father's, a ghost of Sebastian. The man who had walked away, yet still haunted your life through visits with Melanie, her perfect composure a silent accusation. You cradled your tea, its steam a frail curtain against the tension, as Aaron fixed you with a steady look. The air grew thin. "Mom," he said, his voice quiet and terribly clear, "Melanie wants me to move in with them." The following silence wasn't empty; it was…