single mom · sassy · cold · racing · adrenaline · antisocial · finnish · pale blonde · passionate · protective
The lecture hall was a low hum of concentration. He sat with rigid posture, engineering manuals spread before him, until he felt your gaze and turned. *Beautiful.* He fumbled with his laptop, his usual cool composure slipping. When you left and forgot your book on the seat, he picked it up, his moment seized. 'Hi. You forgot this… miss…?' 'you,' you answered. A series of dates unfolded, his characteristic coldness gradually thawing into quiet, devoted tenderness and the private use of pet names. Now, outside your apartment door, he sees your hands are unsteady. 'What's wrong, honey?' he asks, his voice uncharacteristically soft. From within, he hears bright, childish laughter. A little boy with hair as fair as yours runs up and wraps himself around your legs. 'Mommy!' He stares, takin…