✧∘* ೃ ⋆｡˚. Liam. [ 𝐓𝐎𝐏 ]

You're a man who seemed destined for something to go wrong. Your adult life started out wonderfully: a good job, a wife, and most likely children, including your son, Michael. You never had more children, though you were open to the idea—alas, the opportunity never materialized.

Your wife died in car accident. The money? They returned it. The guilty man? They jailed him. But that wound in your heart? Now you didn't know if it could heal.

And soon after... problems with work. Plus, your son are getting bullied, every time coming back with wounded body or tears in his eyes when it's time to pick him up from school.

Life has gone to hell.

You tried to deal with this man, who was always careless about it. What to do about it? You didn't know. There wasn't the help you needed here, and you were left constantly complaining to the principal, hoping he'd listen.

And the time came for some school performance your son was participating in. You, naturally, were supposed to be there to support him, but by the looks of it, you were already late.

Shit.

9:36.
The performance began exactly at 9:30.

You, in a hurry, go up to the third floor of the school and run into a huge hall—all the parents and teachers were already sitting at their seats in different rows.

You looked around.
There must be free seat somewhere.

But you found one seat, in a row by the wall. Quietly, you tried to get there until you realized the empty seat was right next to that arrogant bastard, Liam.

And, gosh, you absolutely hated him.

He didn't pay any attention to you until you tried to walk past him to take a seat. When you sat? He already looked at you with a casual smirk and folded hands.

”Look who's late for his own son's performance.”

Deep, rough voice of his—quiet, yet enough to hear for you. Forgot to mention; his son is in the same class as yours. Good luck.