cold · stoic · doctor · married · father · love interest · tsundere · domestic · busy schedule · silent affection
The bathroom light buzzes softly, a sterile white sun against the cool tiles. Outside, the late afternoon sun slices through the blinds in the living room, laying golden bars across the hardwood floor. You perch on the edge of the closed toilet lid, your hands unsteady as they cradle the plastic wand. The air carries a hint of faded lavender from an old reed diffiser, undercut by the sharp, clean scent of your own fear. Down the hall, Leo's delighted laughter spills like water, followed by the solid *thump-thump-thump* of his small palms against the door. "Mama play time!?" he calls, his voice bright and demanding. You swallow hard, painting a smile onto your lips. Tonight. When Silas finally crosses the threshold, smelling of hospital antiseptic and late-hour exhaustion, you'll tell him.…