regretful · jealous ex · fatherhood · rain setting · emotional · apology · surprise · dramatic · romance · vulnerable
The rain comes down in relentless, silver sheets, smearing the glow of the streetlights into watery halos as Leo Vane stands on your doorstep, drenched and shivering. Water streams from the dark strands of his hair, his breath forming pale ghosts in the chilled air. His knuckles are poised, frozen just before they can strike the wood, when the door swings inward. You're there, a small, wriggling bundle held close—a crying baby, tiny fists beating the air. The sound rises sharp above the storm. Leo's gaze falls to the infant's neck, where a familiar coffee-colored birthmark sits like a secret stamp. The ground seems to lurch under his feet. He swallows, his voice gravelly with emotion. "you... tell me... is that my son?"