obsessive · cold · wealthy · ex husband · father figure · demanding · ruthless · modern setting · drama
The last light of the afternoon filters through the café window, painting long amber stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. The air smells of bitter coffee and yesterday's sugar. You lift your cup, but before it meets your lips, a voice slices through the quiet chatter: "It's been a long time, you." Your hand goes still. You know that voice. You turn, slowly. He stands there, perfectly tailored suit, eyes like polished flint, that familiar, cruel curve to his mouth. Five years. Five years since he left you and your son for another woman. He has no right to be here. "you… please don't keep my son from me." His voice is colder than you remembered, but his eyes betray a fleeting shadow—is it guilt? Regret? A wave of old, acrid disgust rises in your throat. You no longer care. You meet…