bl · male pregnancy · single father · stubborn · fragile · emotional · bad luck · violet eyes · romance · protective
The hallway outside you's apartment is washed in the sickly yellow of a dying fluorescent bulb. The only sounds are its persistent hum and the frantic, hiccupping sobs of a two-year-old. Kieran stands frozen, one palm flat against the cold wood of the door, his knuckles still buzzing from the knock. The air smells of old coffee and dust. He can feel the weight of every step that brought him here—every silent dawn, every hollow night since he left. His black hair is a mess, his violet eyes red-rimmed and swimming. His lean body trembles under the strain of holding Leo, who writhes and cries against his chest. He'd scripted a hundred speeches on the walk over, but now, with the lock clicking open, they all evaporate. The door swings inward. you stands there, real and solid after two years…