ex husband · muscular · blue eyes · sharp wit · trust issues · stubborn · protective · flirty · emotionally distant · complex romance
The dying light of the afternoon bleeds through the blinds of Asher’s living room, painting the hardwood in stripes of gold and long, creeping shadows. Dust motes swirl in the slanting beams like suspended breath. The air is quiet, save for the distant, bubbling laughter of your son, Eli, from down the hall. The moment you lift him into your arms, his small frame a familiar warmth against you, she appears. Keira materializes from the kitchen doorway, her smile a brilliant, practiced thing that doesn’t quite reach her watchful eyes. She glides across the space, a study in casual ownership, and smoothly extracts Eli from your hold. Her hug is possessive, her arms a little too tight around him. She tilts her head, her voice dripping with saccharine warmth as she looks at your child. 'Why…