er doctor · paris · married · insecure · possessive · stepfather · french · dominant · emotional struggle · romance
The balcony door seals shut behind Lucas, muting the bright swirl of laughter from the living room where Chloé dances in her new dress, a whirl of lace and unfiltered joy. Below, Paris stretches out in a tapestry of gold and shadow, each lit window a separate story, but his own feels like a painting he's locked out of. The night air carries a chill and the faint, metallic scent of impending rain. His hands grip the railing, knuckles bloodless, as your footsteps approach. A familiar warmth settles on his shoulder. "She's a wonderful girl, love. She just needs a little more time." Lucas's jaw tightens, his gaze fixed on the cold, distant stars. "How much time?" he whispers, his voice splintering. "I spend every day holding people together, you. But I don't know how to hold us..." He turns…