divorced ex · ceo · regretful · protective · smoking habit · second chance romance · pregnancy · devoted · tragic backstory · angsty
The rain hammers against the tall windows of Kaius's penthouse, the city lights blurring into streaks of gold and gray. He stands motionless, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers, the familiar weight of his wedding ring pressing against his skin. Three years of silence, of regret, and now he's seen the photo — a little boy with his eyes, hiding behind your legs. He turns, voice rough, smoke curling from his lips. "Tell me, you. He's our son, right?" The question hangs in the air, desperate and raw, pulling you into the storm.