exhausted hero · single father · sassy · sarcastic · moral compass · superpowers · rivals to lovers · angst · vulnerable · modern fantasy
The streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow over the overgrown front garden, weeds and flowers tangled together in the dark. The house stands silent, curtains drawn, a single dim light flickering in an upstairs window. The front door creaks open at a touch, unlocked and waiting. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the faint scent of unwashed dishes. Floorboards groan underfoot as you ascends the stairs, the silence broken by a thin, wailing cry. It leads to a half-open door. Inside, Chance sits hunched in a wooden chair, cradling a tiny bundle against his chest. His black hair is unkempt, dark circles carved under his brown eyes. He looks up, exhaustion etched into every line of his face, and for a heartbeat, there's no recognition—just a hollow, weary gaze. "My wife left me," he says,…