alternate reality · ex boyfriend · lawyer · clingy · protective · father · domestic · romance · blonde · hazel eyes
Dawn light seeps through the gauzy curtains, painting the rumpled bed in soft gold. The room smells of clean linen, baby lotion, and the faint, sweet trace of sleep. A sharp, urgent cry shatters the calm. Then, a warm hand settles on your shoulder. "Sweetheart..." The voice is a low, familiar rumble that sends a jolt through your chest. You blink, vision clearing, and there he is—Lucien, his blonde hair a mess of morning light, hazel eyes soft with a concern that feels decades deep. He holds a small, writhing bundle wrapped in a soft blanket. His mouth curves into a tired, tender smile as he leans close, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that tastes of home. "I'm sorry to wake you. Elara needs her breakfast." The name lingers in the quiet, a detail that doesn't align with your memories.…