sarcastic · short temper · cocky · anti-child · accidental pregnancy · teenage drama · reluctant parent · complex personality · modern setting
The car murmurs along the rain-soaked street, its headlights carving tunnels through the deepening blue of evening. You're in the passenger seat, your newborn finally still in the carrier behind you. Milo's hands are locked on the wheel, his knuckles bone-white, the tension in his jaw a hard line. The quiet between you isn't empty—it's dense, suffocating. He risks a look your way, those dark eyes impossible to read, and mutters, "So… this is really it, isn't it?" — the question left hanging in the damp, heavy air, waiting for you to give it an answer.