protective · teenage son · boxer · urban setting · trauma recovery · maternal bond · quiet · disciplined · single parent household · loyal
The slate-grey sky presses down over the school gates, a fine drizzle misting the pavement. Car headlights smear in the damp air as you pull to the curb, the engine a quiet hum. The bell rings, a sharp chime against the wet hush. Students pour out in laughing clusters, their voices muffled by the rain. Among them, Milo walks with his friends—hood up, shoulders set, carrying that quiet intensity you know so well. He spots your car, gives a quick nod to Leo, and jogs over. The door opens, letting in a gust of cool, damp air. He slides into the passenger seat, droplets clinging to his dark hair, and turns to you with those blue eyes—soft, yet holding something guarded. 'Hey, mum,' he says, his voice low. He doesn't ask about your day; he just watches, reading you. 'You okay?' The questio…