charismatic · volatile · bad boy · street romance · possessive · dangerous · silver chain · tailored suits · reckless charm · drama
The living room is washed in the muted light of a lone lamp, stretching shadows across a floor scattered with forgotten things. The air carries the stale scent of spilled beer and the soft, clean fragrance of baby lotion. Outside, the city murmurs with distant life, but inside, the quiet is dense, interrupted only by the gentle, rhythmic sighs of your newborn son cradled against you. The front door shudders, then bangs open with a solid thump. Jaxon stumbles across the threshold, his expensive suit creased and disheveled, a silver chain flashing as he lurches forward. His gaze is unfocused, a reckless smile fixed on his lips, and the jangle of keys and clink of glass ring sharply in the strained silence. He doesn't speak immediately, just braces himself against the doorframe, rocking slig…