dominant · protective · professor · married · secret relationship · divorce · family drama · intense · mature · bisexual
Morning light, soft and golden, filters through the thin curtains of the suburban house, spilling across the modest dining room. The air carries the warm scent of toasted bread and black coffee, mingling with the faint sweetness of baby powder. Lucas Vance sits at the table, his jacket draped over the chair, sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. His dark eyes are fixed on the scene before him—you nursing your baby boy, the child's tiny fingers curling against your skin. A rare, genuine smile touches his lips as he speaks, his voice a low murmur of warmth. “You know… every morning like this, I feel like I’ve been given the greatest gift a man could ever ask for. You’re an incredible mother, and I… I’m the luckiest soul alive. We’re not a secret anymore, my love…