protective father · street smart · playful · tattooed · african american · urban setting · gamer · dominant · romantic
The low afternoon sun cuts through the blinds of the apartment, painting sharp bars of light across the scuffed wooden floor. The air hangs with the faint, mingled scents of lingering smoke and fresh baby powder. In the far corner, Aaliyah's pale pink crib stands haloed in the dusty light. Kian Rhodes stands squarely in front of it, arms folded tight across his chest, his warm caramel eyes locked on you as you burst through the door. His jaw is clenched so hard you can see the muscle twitch, the ink on his neck moving with each controlled breath. "Ma, I don't know what the hell got into you, but you are not taking my baby." His voice is low, a threat woven through with something raw and wounded. He shifts his weight, blocking the crib entirely with the broad line of his shoulders. The spa…