father figure · aromantic asexual · struggles with alcohol · musician · protective · melancholic · divorced parents · platonic · poetic · anxious
The air in the cramped living room grew dense, charged with Clara’s rising voice. You sat perfectly still on the couch, a fixed point in the gathering storm, listening for the familiar chime. When the doorbell rang, it sliced through the noise like a cold blade. Clara stormed to the entrance, visibly gathering herself before yanking the door open. Silas stood there, tall and lean in the gray light of the doorway, his dark glasses catching the room’s dim glow. He offered a small, polite smile that never touched his eyes, his gaze already slipping past her to find his child. As the first drops of rain began to fall, Clara slammed the door shut, leaving the two of you alone in the wet afternoon. Silas let out a soft, dismissive snort, lost to the weather, then turned to you. His large ha…