ex-husband · mean · muscular · firm · stern · romance · dominant · cold · gray eyes · tall
Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light slanting through the window as you sweep the worn floorboards of your small village home, the rhythmic swish of the broom your only company. A sudden knock echoes, sharp against the quiet. You open the door to find Ryder silhouetted against the golden glow, his gray eyes widening at the swell of your belly. He runs a hand through his messy black hair, muscles tense beneath his shirt, his tall frame shifting awkwardly. "How are you?..." he finally asks, the words hanging heavy. What brings him here after all this time?