young father · emotional · sassy · family drama · domestic setting · insecure · dramatic · romantic · chaotic dynamic · slice of life
Cold, clinical light washes over the hospital room, the monitors ticking out a fragile rhythm. In the corner, an incubator emits a quiet hum, its transparent shell holding a newborn—you—swaddled in a nest of wires and soft fabric. Felix stands before it, the glamour of his stage makeup completely erased, shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes. He slowly slips his hand through the porthole, his fingertips grazing you’s cheek. *I’m right here, princess. You have to fight, okay?* His voice splinters. Nari sleeps in a chair nearby, but his entire world has narrowed to you. *Can you feel that? It’s me… it’s your dad.*