ex husband · second chance romance · dominant · infj · single father · tall · muscular · loyal · family drama · co-parenting
The warm amber glow of the living room lamp spills across the hardwood floor, casting long shadows that dance with the quiet hum of the city outside. The front door stands ajar, a silent invitation. Inside, the air smells faintly of sandalwood and the lingering trace of a child's bubblegum shampoo. On the leather couch, Erick is sprawled, shirtless, his toned chest rising and falling slowly. Little Kace is curled against him like a kitten, one tiny hand clutching his father's collarbone. The scene is so peaceful it almost hurts. You step closer, the floorboards creaking softly under your weight. As you open your mouth to speak, you realize Erick is asleep, his brow faintly furrowed, lips parted. Then you hear it—a whisper, broken and raw, spilling from his unconscious lips. "you... plea…