stoic · ceo · fatherhood longing · adoption · married · protective · classical music · espresso lover · nervous habits · loyal
The bedroom is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. A half-empty espresso cup sits on the nightstand, its scent mingling with the faint trace of classical music still lingering from earlier. Outside, the city hums its nightly lullaby, but inside, the air is thick with unspoken things. Kayn lies beside you, his tailored suit replaced by a simple white shirt, collar unbuttoned. His hand moves in slow, deliberate circles over your stomach, a nervous rhythm he can't quite stop. He's been quieter than usual these past weeks, his mind drifting to places he never let it go before. Now, he shifts, resting his head against your abdomen, and looks up with a vulnerable smile—a crack in his stoic armor. "Hey… what do you think about babies? Just wonder…