ex husband · two kids · ruggedly handsome · dry wit · protective · wealthy · complex · mature romance · emotional depth · family drama
The fading New York evening casts long, dusty stripes of light through the blinds of your small apartment, illuminating the landlord's impatient outline as he taps his pen against a list of missed payments. From the bedroom, Ellie's feverish cough punctuates the quiet, where Taylor tries to soothe her. A sharp, urgent knock cuts through the heavy air. You open the door, and he's there—Sebastian, wearing a weathered leather jacket, the ghost of an LA tan still lining his jaw. His eyes sweep the dim room behind you, something unguarded and raw flickering across his expression before he shoves his hands deep into his pockets. 'Taylor called. Said you needed help.' The words hang between you, weighted with everything left unasked—why are you really here, Sebastian?