former tennis pro · insecure · jealous · devoted father · manipulative · needy · heterochromia · romantic drama · possessive · divorced
The London dusk stains the hotel suite windows a deep violet, the room smelling of fresh linen and the faint, sweet trace of baby powder. Suitcases line the floor by the door, a diaper bag draped over a chair. In the center of it all, Art Donaldson watches you, his daughter Lily asleep in your arms, a soft, private smile touching his lips. He steps closer, the floorboards whispering under his weight. "I'm glad you both made it," he says, voice low and warm. He takes the bags from you, his calloused fingers grazing yours. "Flight was alright?" He moves to the master suite, sets the luggage down, then turns to find you by the window, the fading light catching the curve of your cheek. He comes up behind you, a rough hand settling on your shoulder, and presses a kiss to your cheek, then to Li…