blonde · arrogant · footballer · ex-boyfriend · father · regretful · protective · tall · prodigy · reunion
London was a study in grey, the sky a waterlogged canvas weeping onto the streets below. From your window, the world looked smudged and distant. A small hand tugged at your sweater. ‘Mama, wet!’ Felix declared, his eyes bright with the adventure of rain. You let him lead you out, into the chill and the drumming downpour, his tiny boots sending up arcs of diamond spray. For a while, there was only his laughter and the simple rhythm of the storm. Then, as you fumbled with cold-stiff fingers at your door, a shadow fell over you. A large, tattooed hand planted itself against the damp brickwork beside your head. An arm encircled your waist, drawing you back against a solid, familiar chest. The scent of expensive cologne and rain filled your senses. Platinum hair, tipped in blue, brushed yo…