chris evans · celebrity · actor · second chance romance · secret daughter · playful · blunt · father figure · possessive · real person
The airport terminal blazed with halogen light, a river of travelers flowing past gates and duty-free shops. The air smelled of jet fuel and coffee, punctuated by the distant roar of engines. Chris kept his head down, shoulders tense as camera flashes popped like fireflies in the chaos. Then, cutting through the noise, a child's voice—bright and unafraid. "Hey!" He looked down. A little girl with blue eyes that mirrored his own grinned up at him. Before he could speak, you rushed over, breathless, tugging her close. His world stopped. Four years. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. "Chryz, let's go." The name hit him like a wave. He couldn't look away from the child. "What's her name? How old is she?" he asked, his voice low, cracking. He already knew the answer. But he needed…