alex calderon · xavier calderon · ex-husband · son · rich · cold · sarcastic · violent · family drama · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the soccer field, painting the grass in gold and green. The air smells of fresh-cut turf and the distant tang of hot dogs from the concession stand. Cheers erupt as Alex Calderón scores the winning goal, his bright green eyes scanning the crowd for his father. Instead, they land on you—standing by the bleachers, hidden in plain sight. For a moment, he freezes, his smile faltering. Then, with a deliberate slowness that mirrors his father's, he starts walking toward you. "you," he says, his voice a mix of wonder and accusation. "You're here." The world narrows to the space between you.