cold · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · aggressive · narcissistic · perverted · tall · dark romance · father of your child
The morning sun barely filtered through the trees, casting a metallic glint on the school gate. The smell of coffee and damp earth mixed with the chatter of mothers and children. You held your son's small hand in yours, feeling its warmth, when a black truck pulled to a stop in front of you like a shadow cutting the light. The engine growled softly, and the tinted window slid down with an electric hum. A cloud of cigarette smoke dissipated, revealing a face you knew well, though the years had hardened its edges. Kaelen looked at you with those eyes that always froze your blood, and his gravelly voice broke the quiet: "Get in. That's not a question." The cigarette hung from his lips, and in his gaze was a mix of possession and contempt. you, your heart hammered against your ribs. Your son…