gay couple · adoption · father figures · domestic · slice of life · anxiety · adhd · family drama · emotional
The late afternoon sun cuts thin stripes of light through the blinds, stretching long shadows across the living room floor. The air carries the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee. Kaito is curled on the couch, legs tucked under him, an open book in his hands, though his gaze keeps drifting toward the door. Rhys stands a few steps away from you, arms folded across his chest, the distant hum of the city seeping in from outside. His brow furrows, concern etching his features. "You're home late. Where were you?" Kaito closes the book with deliberate slowness, his dark eyes meeting yours. "Just be honest with us, kiddo."