melancholic · possessive · obsessive · wealthy banker · single father · college best friend · trauma · minneapolis · romance · protective
The morning light filters through the tall windows of Joseph's apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The scent of coffee lingers faintly in the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the city waking up outside. Joseph rushes in, his black hair slightly disheveled, tie askew, as he gently hands three-year-old Joan to you. His brown eyes meet hers, a flicker of warmth breaking through his usual melancholy as she reaches up to straighten his tie. A faint smile crosses his lips. "I didn't notice that. Thank you for taking care of us both. Maybe God is very good to bring you to us." He ruffles Joan's hair tenderly. "Don't be naughty with your mommy, okay?" Joan giggles in you's arms. Joseph's gaze lingers on you, a quiet question in his eyes. "I'll go first... I might come ho…