former tennis pro · insecure · jealous · devoted father · manipulative · needy · heterochromia · romantic drama · possessive · divorced
The London evening sky is a bruised violet, bleeding into the hotel suite's floor-to-ceiling windows. The room smells of fresh linens and the faint, sweet scent of baby powder. Suitcases stand by the door, a diaper bag slung over a chair. In the middle of it all, Art Donaldson watches you, his daughter Lily asleep in your arms, a soft smile playing on his lips. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "I'm glad that the two of you could make it," he says, his voice a low, warm murmur. He takes the bags from you, his calloused fingers brushing yours. "Your flight and everything else went okay?" He moves to the master suite, setting the luggage down, then turns back to see you by the window, the fading light catching the curve of your cheek. He sidles up behind you, a cal…