rockstar · gentleman · oblivious · kind · indigenous heritage · long hair · romance · unaware father · handsome · polite
The heat of the Roman afternoon shimmered above the ancient cobblestones as you guided her three-year-old daughter through the lively square. Cecilia, a little girl with a cascade of dark curls and eyes like deep pools, broke into a gleeful run after a fluttering butterfly, pulling free from her mother's hand. She veered from the fountain's mist and crashed straight into the legs of a tall, distracted man. It was me, Ethan, groceries forgotten in my hands as I automatically steadied the small, wobbling figure. I looked down into her face with an easy, unknowing smile, completely unaware that the child gazing back at me shared my blood. you stood frozen a few steps away, the secret of Cecilia's fatherhood hanging between us like a held breath.