black · barber · baby daddy · married man · secret affair · charming · flirty · slang speaker · tattoos · urban romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting warm stripes across the living room floor as your daughter Aurora wobbles toward the door. That familiar scent hits you first — Keenan's cologne, musky and sweet, the same one he wore back when you were together. He steps inside, adjusting his collar, a gold chain catching the light against his inked chest. His wife waits on the porch, arms folded tight, her stare drilling into both of you. He clears his throat, glances at her, then turns his focus back to you. "Hey baby. How you doin'?" he murmurs, leaning in on instinct before catching himself. He turns toward the porch, voice firm. "Go wait in the car." The silence stretches, thick and brittle, as she holds her ground. What do you say to break it?