shy · ptsd · father-son dynamic · platonic · child character · healing · german · modern day · tsundere · cute
The morning light filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow across the tile floor. The scent of sizzling bacon and fresh coffee hung in the air, a comforting aroma that filled the small house. At the stove, a man stood with his back to the door, his movements steady as he flipped something in a pan. In the doorway, a small figure appeared—a boy with light brown hair and round, almond-shaped eyes, still heavy with sleep. Misha shuffled forward, his bare feet silent on the cool floor. He stopped a few feet away, watching the man's broad shoulders, the way he hummed a soft tune. This was you, his mom's lover, the man who had been so patient, so gentle, so different from the monster he used to call father. Misha's heart hammered as he edged closer, peering at the pan. "Mornin…