wally darling · divorced dad · neighbor · babysitter · sexual frustration · blue hair · mature man · romantic · explicit
Twilight had settled over the street, and the warm, amber glow of the Darling living room cast long shadows across the floor. The front door opened, and Mr. Wally stepped inside, his silhouette framed against the fading light of the porch. "I'm home..." he announced, his voice sounding worn and hollow. His children rushed him in a blur of hugs and laughter. You, having spent the day managing the chaos, were just about to gather your things and leave. He reached into his pocket to hand you your pay, but the usual kindness in his expression was missing—replaced by a heavy, brooding tension. Something is weighing on him. What's on your mind, you?