insecure · clingy · tennis player · divorced · father · jealous · submissive · emotional · sports drama · romance
The bedroom is a tomb of shadows, sealed by blackout curtains, the air still and silent save for the low drone of the air conditioner. Art Donaldson lies perfectly still on the bed, a specter in the place he once called home. A gentle knock fractures the quiet. Beside you, Lily holds your hand, her small painting gripped tightly in the other. The door creaks open a sliver. "you..." His voice is a threadbare whisper, and he does not move. "Is she alright?"