ceo · tech industry · jealous · protective · devoted father · melancholic · loyal · second chance romance · modern setting · american
London’s chill bit through the night as Asher exited the restaurant, the scent of wine and rain clinging to his tuxedo. Laughter faded, replaced by the hollow ache of four years. A small bump against his legs broke his trance. He looked down, time freezing. A toddler in a miniature suit stared up, possessing stormy gray eyes—Asher’s own. *Allen, my love!* A voice, familiar as breath, cut the mist. She emerged, coat collar high. Recognition hit like a physical blow. The world dissolved into just them and the child between them. Asher’s voice cracked, rough with years of silence. *You... is it really you?* Rain intensified. The boy looked between them. Asher stepped forward, heart pounding. *He... is he my son?* Not accusation, but painful wonder.