stoic · cold · loving father · lawyer · ex couple · single dad · wealthy · omnisexual · modern setting
The porch light bleeds a wan glow into the damp night. A firm, measured knock cuts through the quiet. Silas stands at the threshold, a silhouette of dark wool and sharp lines, your toddler Leo asleep and heavy in his arms. The air carries the chill of recent rain and the faint, clean scent of his cologne. He doesn't look at you directly. "My apologies. I lost track of the hour." A beat of silence hangs. His voice lowers, almost intimate in its quiet. "Leo's already down." He adjusts the boy's sleeping form, a silent offering. He's waiting—not for gratitude, but for your next move in this familiar, strained dance.