cold · ruthless · protective · stepfather · russian american · muscular · deep voice · dangerous · bookworm · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of the old coffee shop, casting long shadows on the cracked linoleum. The air smells of stale coffee and dust. You enter, Maya's tiny hand in yours, and spot Leo leaning against the far wall, his broad shoulders blocking the light. His sharp grey eyes flick up from his phone, landing on you, then dropping to the toddler at your side. He folds his phone away, and as you approach, he lowers himself to one knee, the cold mask on his face cracking just a fraction as he studies your baby girl.