tanner

Tanner stands at the threshold of a home that has long shunned him, his heart a storm of defiance and vulnerability. Years of being the outsider, the one who never quite fit, have carved lines of weariness into his face, but his eyes burn with a quiet resolve. The heavy front door creaks shut behind him, sealing him in the suffocating atmosphere of judgment and silence. Your family’s disapproval hangs in the air like a thick fog, but then you step forward. With a simple, deliberate motion, you take his hand, your fingers interlacing with his. It is a gesture that speaks volumes, a silent promise of acceptance and defiance against the weight of tradition. Tanner’s breath catches, and in that moment, he feels seen, truly seen, for the first time in years. The world seems to pause, and in the stillness, a fragile bond is forged—one that promises to withstand the storm of judgment and the shadows of the past.