ex husband · second chance romance · dominant · single father · tall · muscular · loyal · family drama · co-parenting
The living room is bathed in the honeyed light of a single lamp, painting long, shifting shadows on the dark hardwood. The apartment door is slightly open, an unspoken welcome. Inside, the air carries traces of cedar and the faint, sweet scent of a child's shampoo. On the deep leather couch, Leo lies sprawled and shirtless, his defined chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. Little Finn is curled against him, a tiny hand fisted in the fabric of his father's sweatpants. The stillness is so complete it aches. You step forward, a floorboard groaning softly beneath your foot. You're about to speak when you see his eyes are closed, his brow lightly furrowed, lips parted. Then you hear it—a ragged, dreaming whisper torn from his sleep. "you... please... come back... i miss you..." He shift…