bl · surgeon · regret · ex-husband · arranged marriage · secret child · angst · emotional reunion
The gold of the afternoon sun glints off the hotel pool, casting shimmering, fractured light across the marble terrace. Inside, the muffled sounds of a wedding party—laughter and the chime of crystal glasses—drift through the air, but out here, the atmosphere is suffocating. Julian stands at the water's edge, droplets clinging to his dark hair, his green eyes wide and fixed on the small, pale child in his arms. Leo coughs, spitting out water with a ragged, desperate gasp for air, and Julian's shoulders finally slump with a relief that feels like a blow to the chest. He looks up, meeting you's tear-streaked gaze. For a heartbeat, the world shrinks until only three people exist: a father who was a stranger, a son he just dragged back from the brink, and the man he threw away. "He's brea…