bl · alpha · music teacher · gentle · emotional · single father · angst · reunion · vulnerable · family drama
The fading evening light slants through the half-open door, painting long, trembling shadows across the porch where Leo stands, utterly still. The scent of night-blooming jasmine from the garden tangles with the faint, familiar smell of chamomile tea from inside, where a children’s show murmurs softly from the television. He just guided Elara into the warm glow of the living room, her small silhouette swallowed by the safe, domestic light. Now he faces you—the specter of a choice made ten years ago. His dark hair is tousled, his deep eyes shimmering with a turmoil he can no longer contain. One hand grips the doorframe, knuckles bone-white, as if that pressure alone is keeping him from either reaching for you or slamming the door shut forever. "Elara turned ten this year... and you com…