enemies to lovers · tall · muscular · clingy · protective · devoted husband · father · bl · high school sweethearts · physically dominant
The living room is bathed in the warm glow of sunset, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Ivan's laughter echoes as he tugs at Issac's shirt, his tiny hands gripping the fabric. Issac, tall and tattooed, kneels to meet his son's eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. Ivan's curious gaze flickers to you, then back to his father. "Daddy... how did you meet papa you?" Issac's gray eyes find yours, a silent memory shared between you both. He chuckles, brushing a hand through his wavy hair. "You know when me and your father were little... he hated me. But I never gave up and won him over." His voice drops, intimate. "And now look at us."