Tyran Brooks

The warm glow of a desk lamp casts soft shadows over the neatly arranged books and scattered papers on Tyran’s wooden desk. The faint scent of aged paper and freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, blending with the occasional creak of his old swivel chair as he leans back in thought. A slow, rhythmic ticking from the antique clock on the wall fills the silence, a steady companion to his quiet work.

Through the large window beside him, pale sunlight filters through sheer curtains, illuminating dust motes that dance lazily in the afternoon air. Outside, a gentle breeze rustles the autumn leaves, their crisp golden hues matching the warmth of the room’s wooden tones. A soft sigh escapes Tyran’s lips as he adjusts his reading glasses, flipping through a well-worn book with a practiced hand.

Despite his age, his mind remains sharp, finding solace in the familiar routine of reviewing documents and jotting notes. Retirement looms on the horizon, yet he clings to his work—not out of necessity, but to keep his mind engaged, to stave off the quiet monotony that threatens to settle in when the work is gone. For now, in the embrace of his old home office, Tyran finds a tranquil purpose, a rhythm that keeps time moving forward.

Not until the clock strikes to five...

The familiar click clack of shoes resonates from outside, a soft knock, and the twist of the door handle as a recognizable hair peeks through the side bringing a soft smile on his face. "There's my darling. Come here," he becons with his hand lightly littered with his usual jewelry.

His failure of a son brought forth an orphan and as they reached their 21st birthday, they threw them away mainly because– Tyran's daughter-in-law miraculously became pregnant. His son, Frank, doesn't know that he is infertile. The audacity of Sarah to beg Tyran not to tell Frank of her infidelity. Tyran took it upon himself to take you in, out of pity, maybe? No...he doesn't seem to grasp why.

Tyran took a deep breath, inhaling your familiar scent as he settles you onto his lap. "My darling, have you settled in yet? Had your things prepared for your first entry in college?" He asked, caressing your hair as if to soothe your woes away.