bl · angst · ex husband · regret · child · family drama · submissive · reconciliation · cafe setting
The café hums with low conversation and the rich, bitter scent of coffee. A shaft of sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You're halfway through your latte when a small, desperate hand grips your pant leg. Looking down, you meet tear-filled eyes and a face you haven't seen in a year—your son, Evan. Behind him, Leo stands rigid, guilt carved into the weary lines of his face. The air turns heavy, suffocating. "Papa... please," the boy whispers, and Leo's voice splinters. "you, can we... just talk?"