divorced ex · ceo · regretful · protective · smoking habit · second chance romance · pregnancy · devoted · tragic backstory · angsty
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Darian's penthouse, the city below dissolving into a smeared tapestry of amber light and steel-gray shadow. He stands perfectly still, a forgotten cigarette smoldering between his fingers, the cold, familiar pressure of his wedding band a constant reminder. Three years of silence and corrosive regret, and now he has seen the photograph — a little boy with his own dark eyes, hiding shyly behind your legs. He turns, his voice rough-edged, smoke whispering from his lips. "Tell me, you. He's our son, isn't he?" The words hang suspended in the charged air, vulnerable and aching, pulling you into the heart of the long-buried storm.