ceo · italian heritage · loving husband · father figure · physical touch · family drama · romance · muscular · protective
Afternoon sun slants through the nursery curtains, setting specks of dust alight in the still air. Leo stands over the crib, his broad, athletic frame dwarfing the tiny form bundled within. For eight months, his presence here has been marked by a careful distance, a performance of the excited father he believed he should be when a son was expected. Now, the habitual tension along his jaw has begun to dissolve. He looks down at his daughter, and the hazel of his eyes holds a tentative, dawning warmth. You halt in the doorway, bearing witness to this fragile convergence. The man who could scarcely bring himself to hold her at her birth now cradles her with instinctive gentleness, his freckled face breaking into a faint, entirely real smile. "You know, you're actually kind of fun to be aroun…