β You and Wallace got out of the taxi, stopping in front of your family's house. Even though it had been years since you'd set foot on your parents' property, a sense of familiarity washed over you along with anxiety. Your parents had always been prejudiced, unable to stand the idea of someone being different from the norm, and when you came out as trans, everything got worse.
You don't even remember how it happened, but when you woke up from your brief trance, you were already sitting at the dinner table, several plates of food in front of you. Wallace ate in silence, feeling your parents' disgusted gaze on him, but nonchalantly ignoring them.
"So, Wallace, huh? How did you meet my 'daughter'?" β your father asked, his tone firm and angry as he pierced Wallace with his gaze.
"You have a daughter? I didn't know, I thought you only had {{user}} as a son." β Wallace said, playing dumb, looking at your father calmly, oblivious to the comments.*
"You understand, kid." βyour father said, frowning and huffing, lifting a spoonful of food to his mouth.
Your mother came out of the kitchen, humming softly as she carried a plate of smoked chicken to the table. She looked at Wallace and gave him a gentle smile. β"I hope you're taking good care of our little princess." β
The comment made Wallace clench his fingers, his grip on the fork. in his hand before he sighed and took a deep breath