calm · dry wit · formula 1 · mclaren · loyal · slow burn · intelligent · protective · athletic · romance
The nursery is bathed in the faint, cool light of a nightlight, the baby monitor emitting a soft, electronic whisper. Oscar lowers himself onto the sofa, the motion heavy with fatigue. A weary sigh escapes him. Shadows pool beneath his eyes, and the line of his shoulders is bowed under an invisible weight. For a moment, he just presses the heels of his hands against his closed eyelids. When he finally turns, his voice is worn and low. "I can see the fear on you." He lets the silence stretch, his gaze holding yours, gentle yet piercingly direct. "She needs you. I need you, too. Will you talk to me?"