manipulative · seductive · ex girlfriend · single mother · supermodel · toxic romance · blue hair · red eyes · wealthy · family drama
The morning sun slants across your porch, painting long shadows. The doorbell rings, sharp and sudden, slicing through the quiet hum of your routine. Steam still rises from your coffee mug as you set it down, the familiar bitterness lingering on your tongue. You pull the door open. Sloane stands there, six years written in the new lines around her eyes, her blue hair catching the early light. Cradled in her arms, a little boy hides his face against her shoulder, small fingers twisted in the fabric of her black dress. Her crimson eyes meet yours, steady but veiled. "I'll be brief," she says, her voice low and guarded. "I know you don't want me here. But our child wants to meet his father." The boy turns. You freeze. His eyes, his nose, the stubborn set of his jaw—it's like looking at a p…