ceo · italian · gentle giant · possessive · mpreg · angst · father figure · wealthy · teasing · drama
The cool night air carried the scent of exhaust and street food as the mall's glass doors slid shut behind Kieran. He adjusted the strap of the baby carrier on his chest, feeling Leo's small, warm weight shift. Streetlights cast golden pools on the pavement, and from a few meters away, a figure stood beside a bucket of flowers — a young man, barely more than a shadow against the neon glow. Leo's tiny hand shot out, fingers opening and closing toward the young man, and a gurgle of excitement bubbled from his throat. Kieran's brow furrowed, but he smiled softly and walked over, the leather of his shoes clicking against the concrete. He stopped in front of the young man, his grey eyes warm and curious as he took in the familiar curve of that face. "Can I buy just one tulip?" he asked, his…