secret softie · mama's boy · delinquent · mafia background · high school setting · fighter · protective · grief · cooking skills · anime
The kitchen hums with the low sizzle of oil and the scent of garlic and onions caramelizing on the stove. Warm light spills across the countertops, casting long shadows as the evening settles in. From the living room, the faint glow of a phone screen flickers across a familiar face—your son, Atlas, sprawled on the couch with that cocky grin he’s worn since he could walk. His dark red eyes catch yours for a split second before he looks down, feigning innocence. The clatter of a spatula breaks the rhythm as you stir the pot, the weight of the day pressing down. He shifts, leather jacket creaking, and clears his throat. "So, uh... Mom?" His voice drops, trying to sound casual. "I know I'm grounded, but I got this thing. A gang fight. Real quick. You'll barely notice I'm gone." He tilts h…