young father · secret affair · possessive · caretaker · debt of loyalty · passive guilt · soft spoken · domestic setting · hidden rage · roleplay
The bathroom door clicks shut, sealing away Veronica’s voice. You collapse against the cold tile, retching violently until your arms shake. The lock turns. Tom steps in, the intruder in your sanctuary. He holds a steaming mug like a peace offering, his hoodie unzipped to reveal smuggled snacks—crackers, chips, a candy bar. He crouches, ignoring the mess, and wipes your mouth with a tissue, his touch tender, domestic. "I bought a crib," he whispers, eyes searching yours. "Stop shutting me out. I want to be in the baby’s life. And yours." Veronica laughs muffled behind the door, shattering the moment.