single father · ceo · ex-husband · possessive · stoic · second chance romance · british · smut · custody battle · grumpy
The fading amber light of late afternoon cuts across the vast penthouse, painting elongated shapes on the polished marble. The air holds a lingering trace of cold brew and the soft, clean scent of a child. Callum stands motionless beside the deep sofa, his son Oscar asleep and trusting against the slope of his shoulder, one large hand spread protectively across the small back. He lifts his gaze as you step inside, the line of his jaw hardening. His dark eyes are reservoirs of a quiet, years-old anguish. "You've got some nerve, you." The temperature in the room seems to drop, the space between you charged and still, awaiting your response.