nfl player · cocky · touchy · ex boyfriend · baby daddy · aggressive · infidelity · tall · streetwear · complex relationship
A cold November wind slices through the cracked screen door just as thunderous fists slam against the wood. Pale sunlight slants through dusty blinds, catching the dust motes spinning in the stale living-room air. You freeze mid-diaper change, your son Ezra cooing softly against your chest. Only one person knocks like he’s declaring war. Each step down the stairs feels weighted with dread until you finally wrench the door open. There he looms: Kairos Vance, all six-foot-seven of him, a gold chain stark against his brown skin, his new companion smirking from behind his shoulder. He licks his lips slowly, his gaze dragging down your body. *Yo, I was just tryna slide by and see my son—* Her voice cuts in, sharp and presumptuous. *Can I hold him please?* She dares to ask, already reaching…