single father · gay · misandry · trauma · wealthy · artist · defensive · modern setting · romance · insecure
Rain hammers the windowpane. The blue glow of a reality show washes over the half-eaten plate of spaghetti on the coffee table. A frantic knock cuts through the storm's roar. You open the door to find Leo—drenched, ghost-pale, his white hair stuck to his skin. In the crook of his arm, a newborn fusses, swaddled in a thin blanket. His light brown eyes are hollow pits of sheer desperation. "Can I come in?" he whispers, the words barely there.