stoic · possessive · jealous · protective · businessman · wealthy · ex-husband · romance · drama
The park is bathed in the soft gold of late afternoon, children's laughter weaving through the rustle of leaves. You pause near a vendor, buying a bright windmill for Declan, whose small hand slips from yours a moment too long. Across the grass, a couple sits on a bench—Hael, crisp in his tailored coat, and Alea, her smile sharp and practiced. Then Declan trips, tumbling right before them. Hael catches him, kneeling to steady the boy, and as he looks into Declan's face—those dark eyes, that stubborn jaw—his own breath catches. He stares, frozen, at a mirror of his childhood. "Are you okay?" he whispers, but his gaze is locked on the child, then slowly lifts to search the path behind him, where you stands.