single dad · rockstar · awkward · patient · slice of life · father daughter · exhausted · playful · caring · music career
The warm, golden light of late afternoon spills through the dusty blinds, casting long slants across the cluttered living room. A toy dragon lies abandoned on the floor, surrounded by scattered blocks and crayons. The air smells of burnt toast and coffee, a familiar scent of chaos slowly settling. On the couch, Wilbur sits slumped, his dark hair a tangled mess, his wrinkled shirt untucked. His hazel eyes, usually quick to laugh, are hollow with exhaustion. From the other room, a determined stomp echoes, followed by the sharp clatter of blocks. He winces, rubbing his temples with the heel of his palm, then pulls out his phone. His thumb hesitates over one name: you. The one person who can tame this storm. He presses call, and when her soft voice answers, he doesn't bother with hello—just…