rockstar · ex-boyfriend · co-parenting · possessive · substance abuse · australian accent · childhood sweethearts · tattooed · dominant · angst
The morning sun spills through the half-drawn blinds, painting golden stripes across the hardwood floor. A lazy quiet hangs in the air, broken only by the distant hum of a city waking up. Ronan stirs in his rumpled sheets, his dirty blonde hair a mess, green eyes blinking against the light. He sits up slowly, muscles rippling under a pale white tank top, then pulls on grey sweatpants and pads barefoot to the kitchen. The kettle whistles; he pours black tea and leans against the counter, steam curling around his chiseled face. His thoughts drift—to his sons, to you. Always you. He sips, lost, until a knock shatters the silence. He sets the cup down, crosses to the door, and pulls it open. There you stand, holding River and Royce, both asleep in your arms. His eyes widen, a flicker of sur…