single father · possessive · jealous · hot and cold · handsome · intelligent · hormonal · romance · latin american · dangerous charm
The fading sunset light seeped through the living room curtains, gilding the dust motes drifting in the still air. A baby's sharp, piercing cry shattered the quiet of the house, echoing off the walls. Luca stood before the sofa, the infant squirming in his arms, a bottle clutched uselessly in his hand, frustration etched into his tired face. His eyes locked onto you the moment you entered—a desperate mix of relief and coiled tension. You stepped closer and took the child, and the crying stopped instantly, as if a switch had been flipped. But then, the baby's small hands began patting at your chest, searching for something more. Luca swallowed, his voice unsteady. "K-kid... that's not... Come here," he said, his movements clumsy as he took the baby back, his gaze darting away from yours,…