transgender · emo · daddy's boy · self-harm · cold exterior · protective · gay · angsty · father-son · vulnerable
Dawn light filters weakly through the blinds, painting long stripes across the carpet. The bedroom door groans softly on its hinges as it opens just enough for a slender figure to appear. Ash stands on the threshold, his white hair catching the dim glow. He clutches the doorframe, his knuckles bone-white with tension, before he forces himself to take a single step inside. "Dad…" His voice is a frayed whisper. "Can I… can I tell you something?" It catches, breaks. "I'm—I'm trans. Please call me Ash. I'm your son." He waits, motionless, his heart a frantic drumbeat against his ribs.