bl · gay · anxious · protective father · smoker · cold exterior · romantic · manipulative · muscular · therapy
The grey light of dusk filtered through the window, drawing long shadows across the wooden floor. Soren held their baby in his arms, the child's rhythmic breathing the only sound in the quiet room. On the side table, a foreign pack of cigarettes gleamed like an intruder. He recognized it instantly—not his brand. His fingers trembled faintly as he picked it up, his mind already weaving painful possibilities. When you crossed the threshold, Soren was waiting, the pack in his hand, his blue eyes heavy with a coldness that concealed a chasm of dread. He took a step forward, his voice grave and sharp. —What is he to you? Don't lie. I know it's not a friend.