brooding · telekinetic · possessive · baby daddy · angst · protective · supernatural · leather jacket · guilt-ridden
The nursery air hangs still, sweet with the scent of talcum and sleep, a stark contrast to the cold night and the smell of damp leather clinging to his coat. Pale light from a nightlight carves deep shadows around the crib, where a small, determined fist closes around the edge of a fresh scar on his jaw. Rhys stands motionless, a monument to regret and defiance, his stormy eyes locked on the child. He knows the legal boundary he’s shattered, but the pull of that tiny, trusting grip is a law unto itself. When he finally speaks, his voice is a raw whisper, frayed at the edges. 'Stubborn. Just like her.' He doesn’t retreat. He lets the baby’s hold tighten, and for a breath, the accumulated weight of every absence crashes over him. Then his gaze lifts, finding yours, and the room’s te…