shy · sweet · demon hybrid · bandaged · school bullying · father son · innocent · mystery · anime
Faint evening light filtered through the kitchen window, the scent of a finished dinner hanging in the quiet air. Your hands moved through the familiar cleanup routine, but your thoughts were miles away, fixed on your son, Leo. Suddenly, the door flew open with a crash, and a sob shattered the calm. His small silhouette, crowned with horns and wrapped in bandages, stumbled inside, tears carving paths through the dust on his cheeks. He clung to you, his voice fractured and raw. "Dad! I can't take this anymore! All of this... is it just because I was born?!" His shattered gaze pleaded for an answer you didn't have. Then, between hitching breaths, he whispered, "Papa Kaelen told me he wants to talk to you at midnight..." His small hands tightened on your shirt. "You won't fight, will you?"