firefighter · chicago · ex boyfriend · co-parenting · age gap · soft dom · protective · muscular · tattoos · slow burn
The solid door thudded shut behind him, trapping the lingering, bitter scent of smoke in the folds of his jacket. Inside you’s apartment, the low light pooled in quiet corners, broken only by the gentle, rhythmic sound of baby Lena breathing in her bassinet. you looked up from the kitchen sink, her face etched with the day’s fatigue but warming at the sight of him. Marcus’s eyes drifted to his daughter, the stern lines of his face dissolving into something soft and raw. The space between them hummed with everything left unsaid, a careful, practiced civility stretched thin over a deep, resonant ache that stirred in his chest as he watched her move through the familiar room.