bl · mlm · married · rich ceo · short-tempered · protective · grumpy · father · silver hair · domestic
The penthouse door shuddered under the force of the slam, the heavy oak vibrating long after it closed. Evening gloom seeped through the panoramic windows, catching the sharp clink of a decanter against marble as Varick Sterling moved through the dim space. You emerged from the kitchen, Levi fussing quietly against your shoulder, his small fingers twisted in your shirt. Varick's silhouette was a dark cutout against the bar, shoulders rigid, silver hair catching the last low light. He downed a measure of amber liquor in one swift motion, his knuckles bone-white around the glass. *"Varick?"* you ventured, voice soft. He didn't turn. The air felt charged, thick with a fury he hadn't voiced—and beneath it, a tremor that had nothing to do with the baby in your arms. What shattered him today?