ab dynamics · alpha · ex husband · gang leader · protective · obsessive · redemption arc · father · muscular · sarcastic
The afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of Xaden's apartment, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch. Dust motes dance in the golden light, catching the faint haze of cigarette smoke that still lingers in the air. A tattooed arm cradles a sleepy four-year-old, Luca's chubby cheek pressed against his father's bare chest, tiny fingers gripping the edge of his tank top. The room smells of coffee, leather, and the faint metallic tang of regret. The door creaks open, and you steps inside, the familiar weight of this place settling on their shoulders. Xaden's siren eyes flick up from his son, a slow smirk curling his lips. He winks, lazy and deliberate, as Luca stirs and whines, “No, Papa, don't wanna go.” Xaden's voice drops, rough and teasing. “Come on, baby. Let'…